Alternate Title: Wherein I Learned that I Never Wrote about the Cardinals Before
I decided to watch the Cardinals vs. Rams game on Thursday, and was once again glad that I splurged for a better cable package, since the game was on the NFL Network. I got it on in time for the last few minutes of the first half, muted for the half-time crap, and then settled in to watch THE MOST BORING, DEPRESSING HALF OF FOOTBALL IMAGINABLE.
The Defensive game was pretty good, I guess, but who the hell cares? I picked Arizona because, even with Drew Stanton in to replace whatshisface, they were better than the Rams. And as the half went on, with the Rams going three and out, Cardinals going three and out, Rams going three and out, Cardinals getting a first down before going three and out, Rams going three and out, Cardinals getting a first down or two before a field goal, Rams going three and out, over and over, Drew Stanton is on the ground and Mr. Third String is warming up.
Could it be? The adequate back-up that could take Arizona, limping, to the Super Bowl, was, himself, limping? Yes, it was all too true. Limp, the Cardinals did, holding back the Rams in the Touchdown-less game so boring that I actually cheered when the Rams completed a passing play for a first down. Perhaps it is the last game Arizona wins this year, or perhaps San Francisco is a really bad team. For never was there a tale of more setback than of the Cardinals and their Quarterback.
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