Some good news from the doctor of all doctors this afternoon. Via Jay Glazer and that damn tmi.me thing he uses on twitter, Dr.Andrews released a comment after the surgery:
“Robert Griffin III had successful knee surgery early this morning. He had a direct repair of his LCL and a re-do of his previous ACL reconstruction. We expect a full recovery and it is everybody’s hope and belief that due to Robert’s high motivation, he will be ready for the 2013 season.”
That last part is huge. Robert Griffin’s play on the field has been a revelation this season. More important, at least in terms of his recovery, is his strengths off the field. The guy clearly has a good head on his shoulders. That head — mind, you know what I mean — will be huge in determining whether he will be able to come all the way back and start the 2013 season. Here’s hoping.
Citing multiple sources with knowledge of the results from Griffin’s tests earlier today, the Washington Post is reporting that “possible partial tears of his anterior cruciate and lateral collateral ligaments” were revealed. Those same sources also told the Post that exploratory surgery may be an option to determine the exact extent of the damage, but Griffin hopes to avoid full reconstructive surgery if the tears are indeed partial. That applies even if it’s a new injury, and not an aggravation of a pre-existing one.
The skewering of Mike Shanahan has continued today, and to his credit he stepped right into the blazing fire, holding his season-ending press conference this afternoon. Instead of, I dunno, chillin’ in the Bahamas while revealing tats that involve a middle-aged wife, Mark Sanchez, and little clothing. We salute you, Shanny.
There was an important injury to discuss. Kory Lichtensteiger still has a sprained ankle.
Ahhh yes, Robert Griffin III. What of him? Well, there was a question or 19 asked of Shanahan about his quarterback who was the subject of an attempted career killing last night, and the answers left us a little less optimistic about the state of his offseason plans than we were a few hours ago.
You know what I do to get super amped for a football game and ready to smash hard objects over various parts of my body? Well, I don’t cut off articles of clothing with a chainsaw, because I’m sane, and I generally enjoy being sane.
Now there’s a heavily-bearded guy somewhere in Washington of the Grizzly Adams lineage without a playoff team, and maybe without a healthy quarterback for a while. Most importantly, he’s ruined a perfectly fine pair of work boots.
In the finale of this weekend’s wild card festivities that will surely be won by a combined score of, say, 44-26 with four road wins (believe in Madden), you’ll see an elusive quarterback run, and consistently keep plays alive with his feet. You’ll see him demonstrate great comfort and ease while throwing outside of the pocket, and often target his receivers deep downfield after designed rollouts. You’ll see him make athletic defensive ends look simply silly while diving and whiffing.
Then Robert Griffin III will take the field.
If he was fully healthy, Griffin would be the slightly more mobile of the two mobile, blossoming rookie quarterbacks set to square off Sunday in Washington, with the other Seattle’s Russell Wilson. But he remains at least mildly hobbled by a knee injury, giving us two QBs who are nearly identical. They’re supported by two running backs whose downhill, pounding styles are almost identical too after Alfred Morris finished second in rushing during the regular season with 1,613 yards (he was one of just two running backs to average over 100 yards per game), and Marshawn Lynch was right behind him in third with 1,590 yards. And finally, there’s also the two opposing speed threats split out wide (Pierre Garcon and Sidney Rice).
But the mirror doesn’t work so easily on the defenses.
Nearly every year in early December as we’re all aimlessly wandering around stores and looking for plasma bikes and such — seriously, in my day we were happy with one dimensional hockey guys who moved on long poles (*shakes fist*) — another gift is bestowed upon us. He is the holy one, the championship winner, the money maker, the winner of all the bread, and the Samkon Gado.
He is the late-season waiver pickup who wins everything for everyone, and he is Pierre Garcon this year. Maybe, likely, and if by the grace of the almighty he can stay healthy.
Tip 302: Resolve family tension by directing anger at universally hated figure.
At its best, American Thanksgiving is a time to gather the family from all corners of the globe and eat lots of food. The cousin you haven’t seen in seven years, the uncle who just got out of prison — they’re all there. Hey, you might even get to talk about the recent election in a civil manner. It’s just politics after all.
At its worst, American Thanksgiving is a time to question the sanity of your mother as your family camps outside a Best Buy for five days, subsisting on uncooked ramen noodles and expired canned chili. A discussion about the recent election turns into an alcohol-fueled fist fight between brother-in-law Rex (America is doomed) and cousin Jeffrey (America is doomed and he’s a Muslim). Read the rest of this entry »
In February of 2011, Barcelona’s midfield maestro and self professed “football romantic” Xavi spoke in a sit-down with The Guardian about the keys to winning soccer games. With a dab of eloquence and expletive, he remarked that it’s vital to react rapidly and find vacant grass when in possession. He elaborated, saying “it’s like being on the PlayStation. I think shit, the defender’s here, play it there…” Wait, what? PlayStation? It’s almost ludicrous to compare reality and virtual reality, but when you think about it, it makes a bit of sense.
Whether it’s football or futbol, the goal of the offense is to find spaces to run or throw into. Plays are designed to clear out one area of the field to allow a pass catcher to come run without disruption and receive the ball, or for a runner to run through. Take for example the case of Washington Redskins rookie phenomenon Robert Griffin III, known by the popular moniker “RG3″. He’s endlessly found space when running the recently indoctrinated zone-read concept, regardless of whether he’s faking the hand-off to execute an exotic play action, or cutting blades of grass past would-be tacklers on a carry.
In it’s simplest form, the zone-read requires the quarterback to read an uncovered back-side defender of the formation at the “mesh” point and then determine if he will hand the ball off or tuck it away and run.
The defender, an end or outside linebacker (in some cases, a tackle) depending on the defense’s front of choice, is unblocked and will have to make a decision as to who he will go after: the quarterback or the running back. What’s the correct choice? Neither, because it doesn’t matter, and they’re both wrong. One player can’t defend two offensive players, and as a result, the defense has to compensate by bringing over another defender, thus leaving less in coverage.