Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Death, Taxes, & Dolphins Being Mediocre.


Ever since I can remember the Miami Dolphins start of just about every season with playoff and beyond hopes and aspirations. As mid way of the season comes, those flames begin to simmer down and play off hopes slowly fade away. This year is no different. With the show boating that Steven Ross is, he proclaimed he expects a Super Bowl from this years lackluster team. Talk about pressure. With one game remaining in another lost season the Phins have already benched their starting QB, got him back (all in 1 quarter), watched lineman after lineman get shuffled as injuries showed its ugly head, and bad coaching decision after bad coaching decision.
Yes i know i just said "bad coaching decision after bad coaching decision," but i still do not blame the Head Coach in Tony Sparano. Coaches need to be leaders on men, and from what Ive seen, he is a great leader. The smelly Tuna, Bill Parcells, jumped ship once he saw what his work has turned into. Nothing. His 2 QB's have failed to be anything special, in Henne and P. White. His best free agents have been Dansby (who he over paid for) and Brandon Marshall who is a top tier WR, but in 3 years that's basically it. He embarrassed himself with the way he dealt with the 2 & 3 greatest Dolphins ever in Zach Thomas and Jason Taylor.
They passed up on the best offensive rookie in the draft (Dez Bryant) because...i don't know, something with his mother? They have yet to upgrade a D-line that not getting any younger. With the exception of Cameron Wake, who has been the best pickup this team has had on the D-Line since Adewale Ogunleye. This team needs to be gutted. From top to bottom. The front office, the GM, the head coach (unfortunately), the players, and maybe even the owner. Year after year of disappointments and let downs has let me loose my fan hood for a team i loved growing up. They are losing ground with the most loved team in Miami, with the Evil Trio over there at the Triple A. They need some juice. A spark, a kick in the fucking ass. I hope Bill Cowher can do that for us. I'm not saying. I'm just saying.