The baby-faced Cowboy assassin is offically gone. I’m honestly not sure how to feel about this one so I’ll keep it short.
At first, when I got that Bleacher Report notification, my chest swelled with happiness. Finally, it seemed like someone was pissed off at some of the dumb shit we’d been doing on the field (like everyone running curl routes). But then, a few tweets later, I learned that none other than Mike Fatass McCarthy would be calling our plays now. God damn it man we just can’t catch a break.
I just want to be excited about something for once. I now realize that we only made this move to try and steal headlines from the Eagles making the super bowl. Fuck the Eagles, I hope they lose every game from now until I’m dead (and even after that) but at least their front office knows what they’re doing. The idea of firing Kellen Moore sounds nice, but it doesn’t make sense if you don’t have a better candidate to replace him with. I don’t know who the quality candidates would even be, and I have a bad feeling that living corpse Jerry Jones doesn’t either, which is a bummer. I’m confident that Mike McCarthy calling fat plays isn’t an upgrade. The history of head coaches that call the spaces doesn’t bode well for championship teams. I’m glad that’s us now.
Maybe we’ll make a homerun hire or something in the next few days. I doubt it. It was so great to hear DQ would be returning for another season. I can’t say the same for coach Double Chin.
Next year still out year though.
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