I don't know why my I consider my point of view to be of interest to anyone here. Be it because I have an immense and unstoppable ego or it manifests because I am a staunch counter to some random opinion. I have no idea. This story has been sitting in my head for close to three days but I had no idea how I would sit down and write it until just this hour.
A rookie makes an all-pro vanish and the waves of praise and the upheaval of emotion is to be expected and really for the first time I found myself among the masses sharing an opinion and that is a rare experience for me. To say I don't have reservations about Okung even after this performance would be a lie, but for the first time since I saw Brandon Mebane blow apart Larry Allen in a goaline stand I am envigorated by a rookie's play.
Watching Okung play he was pumping me up because he looked freaking fearocious and angry and rough, he was a finisher when he had Peppers fully contained. I watch games twice a week because I try to understand the Hawks defensive schemes in wins and losses. For once, I watched the offensive drives because every time Okung took on Peppers it made me tighten every muscle in my body with anticipation. It was pure excitement.
I haven't been foolish enough to say Walter Jones' name here because OKung isn't even close to Walter yet and he may never get there, but I have to say Walter was never this fun to watch and for good reason.
Tonight to pass the time, I popped in a copy of the Seahawks playing the Tampa Bay Buccaneers in 1999. I chose this, because it was as close to rookie Walter Jones as I could get and I wanted to be able to look at both men's games and understand why Okung's game felt so different from Walter's. It's so easy to see that the first time the Announcer's spotlight Walter's movements. Walter's Feet get mention a ton, but watching him you really couldn't get excited at all because on every rush and I mean every rush, he had his man beat before his man could get into whatever rush move he selected that play.
Walter made his work look entirely effortless it was like watching Edgar Martinez swing at a good pitch or a bad pitch, the swing looked perfect every time and so the exhilaration never came the way it would for Jay Bunher who was kind of a boom or bust guy. I never once picked up my heart rate or found myself pumped for Walter's play because he had his man in the bag before anything ever happened. I'd describe myself as in dumbfounded shock as a reaction to watching Walter's play.
Okung on the other hand had me on the edge of my seat looking for every smash, every set of his feet, every punch or move on a run, I guess because the chance of disaster loomed on him I suppose, also because he mauled everyone. I forgot how entertaining that can be. I can see myself really enjoying his growth until, (if that day comes and I hope it does) his play becomes effortless. When it does, I will definitely miss the intense power that possible disaster has over my emotions and the pure excitement seeing his success has given me. Good Luck Russell.