Is Anyone Even Playing Defense Anymore?
Did you watch that? Did you REALLY watch it? Because I’m not sure what I just saw was professional football. I think it might have been a highly choreographed exhibition of what happens when an entire league forgets how to tackle, how to cover, how to do literally anything except let quarterbacks run around like they own the place. We’re talking about a combined 8 touchdowns and ZERO interceptions from the Cowboys and Packers quarterbacks in nationally televised games that were supposed to be competitive. Supposed to be. This isn’t just a trend; it’s a full-blown pandemic of offensive firepower that has rendered the other side of the ball completely and utterly obsolete. It’s a joke.
So The Cowboys Are Just An Unstoppable Death Machine Now?
Let’s not mince words. Are the Cowboys the unstoppable juggernaut everyone fears? YES. A THOUSAND TIMES YES. Look at those numbers against the Raiders: 25 of 33 for 268 yards, 4 touchdowns, no picks, an 87.3 QBR, and a 138.6 passer rating. That’s not a stat line; it’s a crime scene report. That isn’t a human playing quarterback; it’s a terminator sent from the future with a singular mission to dismantle the hopes and dreams of every other franchise in the league, one surgically precise throw at a time. They didn’t just beat the Raiders; they eviscerated them. They held them up as an example to the rest of the NFL of what happens when you dare to stand in their way. It’s over. The rest of the NFC should just pack it in and start preparing for next year’s draft, because this season is already a wrap. We’re all just living in Dallas’s world now.
And We’re Supposed To Believe Jordan Love Isn’t The New Lions’ Boogeyman?
On Thanksgiving. OF ALL DAYS. Jordan Love walked into Detroit, a city running high on the fumes of misplaced optimism, and personally, systematically, and brutally ripped their hearts out on national television. 18 for 30, 234 yards, and 4 touchdowns. Four. Touchdowns. No mistakes. No interceptions. Just cold, calculated execution that felt less like a football game and more like a public execution of the Lions’ entire season. Everyone was talking about how ‘this is a new era for Detroit,’ how they had finally turned the corner and were ready to shed the skin of their pathetic past, but all it took was one game against their ancient tormentors to prove that nothing has changed and nothing will ever change. The curse is real. The Packers own them. It doesn’t matter if it’s Favre, Rodgers, or Love; the jersey is the same, and the result is the same. Detroit is, and always will be, Green Bay’s little brother. End of story.
What Else Are They Hiding From Us?
Oh, but don’t look over here! Look at the shiny object! Look at the college basketball game where Wisconsin dropped a hundred and four points on Providence! LOOK! BASKETBALL! Isn’t it fun when nobody plays defense in ANY sport? It’s the perfect distraction, isn’t it? A high-scoring, meaningless November college game to take your mind off the systemic collapse of competitive balance in the one league that actually matters. And what about the Ravens? The title says ‘ravens score’ but the data is empty. Blank. A void. What does that mean? What are they not telling us? Is the team imploding behind the scenes in some catastrophic failure they’re trying to keep under wraps, or is it the opposite? Are they quietly building something so terrifying, so dominant in the shadows that they don’t want anyone to see the data until it’s too late? The silence is more frightening than any box score could ever be. Something is wrong. Something is deeply, fundamentally wrong with the entire sports landscape, and everyone is just sitting here eating turkey and pretending it’s all fine. It is NOT fine.
