In the end, Seattle didn't score, but damn what a game! It isn't often I get caught up all over again, but knowing full well the outcome, I found myself suddenly standing as Julius Jones broke it for 33. That play featured a nice block and sustain from none other than Chris Spencer. Once upon a time, I declared Spencer the biggest bust of Tim Ruskell's tenure, but kid's turning it on. The "sustain" is the new tool in Spencer's expanding repertoire. His resurgence is a great argument that no matter how disappointed I am with Lawrence Jackson, it's far, far too early to think him a bust. Mike Solari's zone blocking scheme has helped Spencer look like the athletic, powerful, nose tackle neutralizing center Seattle drafted.
Let's wrap this up. Tomorrow we start previewing Seattle's Super Bowl. Beat Arizona and the season lives. Lose and begin auditioning second stringers.
Keary Colbert: The recently cut Colbert didn't jive with Seneca Wallace. Wallace reduces any receiver's completion percentage with the litany of flaws I've detailed in previous posts. That said, Colbert makes every pass look like a spiraling stick of butter. In the pantheon of drops, from way back when three toothed Taffies broke fingers off catching rocks to modern I'm too pretty to get hit alligator arms, Colbert looks like an atavistic footballer watching an inflated pig's bladder slide through his slimy mitts. I didn't see a drop by Colbert that wasn't 90% his own fault. And knock Wallace as we might, no quarterback has found a glue strong enough to stick a ball into Colbert's form perfect grasp. I wish Colbert the best. His drops almost defy explanation. Passes look so pretty entering his hands before sliding to the turf, I'm sure someone will give him another chance. Maybe some talcum powder would help.
Beer Truck Light: At some point, Pabst successfully allied itself with "alternative" culture and pushed their product down thousands of college girls' throats. Men doggedly followed. Marketing and image is the decoy bad products use to escape essential flaws in value and quality.
Without a week to prep the unnervingly Lego man like Owen Schmitt, Holmgren used the young battering ram mostly as a decoy: Motioning him wide and using false keys where Schmitt broke opposite Jones' designed route. Whether Weaver plays this Sunday or not, for the first time all season, Schmitt should see plenty of first team carries in practice. Hopefully Mike Holmgren finds the trust to let Schmitt do what he does best: explode into defenders like a piston made of biceps.