It’s a shame about Sports Illustrated, because we really need an old-school journalist to do a Robert Caro-style dissection of this feud, which is unfolding in a similar fashion to what happens when you take the wrong ‘shrooms.
RGIII and Jay “The lesser” Gruden are bickering online.
Birds are getting dragged into it.
It all stems from a tweet on Monday where Gruden criticized the lack of protection Eagles’ QB Jalen Hurts was getting in their loss to the Buccaneers. Gruden claimed when he coached (Washington) he’d never put a QB through anything like it, and if he did … sorry. And RGIII, former Washington QB, took exception.
RGIII’s knee got mangled in early 2013 under Mike “some day my teeth will cover the planet” Shanahan’s watch, no?
I believe I somehow wound up with some of the tape that kept his knee brace in place.
David Roth and I were there as reporters, and we basically saw the moment RGIII’s NFL career changed. In the locker room, after the game, he threw a tape ball in disgust. I picked it up. Of course. A lot of random freebies that day.
I guess RGIII’s complaint to Gruden is that Gruden (who took over from Shanahan in 2014) didn’t know how to coach a QB like him, so at 10:58PM (CST?) on a Thursday night, he is responding about racing a bird to Jay Gruden (and the world).
In October of 2012, I’d taken my son, a Vikings fan, to see them play in D.C. RGIII had a 76-yard run for a TD.
And that sold me on him. Much as a 275 yard effort from Walter Payton made me a fan when my dad took me to a Packers Bears game when I was little. This sizzle-vid w/ Carly Simon thing loomed large as well. This was originally a James Bond tune. The 1970s were weird, man.
It is sad to see a dude I really like enmeshed in a battle like this. But we’ve all been there. Or at least I have. Jay Gruden has less charisma than Bennett Brauer.
This weekend:
Kind of fun to see the Texans succeed.
Want the Packers to win.
The Lions are obviously going to win. Dan Campbell’s nose is a huge distraction for me.
I need the Chiefs to lose. Can’t handle ‘em anymore.