by Jack Kerwin  |  ydkjack1@gmail.com

Dear Sean Payton:

Feel your pain, buddy, and am sorry for it.

That missed pass-interference call in Sunday’s NFC title game against the Los Angeles Rams … brutal. Just brutal.

It’s the kind of thing that can haunt you, your New Orleans Saints and the rest of Who Dat Nation for an eternity.

Understandably.

But that’s really not what is bothering you, is it?

When you get past the frustration, the pain, the “goddam, we had ’em” teeth-gritting, the reality is … you and your team blew the game, not the officials.

That’s the thing that is eating away at you.

Sure, it’s easy to point the finger at that one play, a third-and-10 pass attempt from Drew Brees to Tommylee Lewis blown up by Rams defensive back Nickell Robey-Coleman is almost cartoonish fashion, a pass interference so obvious that anyone could have called it – yet no official in this game did.

Game, set, match right there, huh, coach? Cost you the game, huh?

If only damn reality didn’t get in the way of such a good gripe.

For starters, the teams were tied 20-all at that point, with 1:48 remaining in regulation. If memory serves, Saints placekicker Will Lutz then drilled a 37-yard field goal to give the hosts a three-point cushion, right?

To me, and am sure you as well, coach, a championship squad shuts the door on the opposition right there and soon commences plans for its second Super Bowl trip in a decade.

Didn’t happen, though, did it?

Nope. Rams went right down the field and kicked the tying field goal.

No biggie, though. Overtime merely gave you, your MVP candidate and your team another opportunity to shine, and ultimately earn that berth to Atlanta.

What’s that … Brees threw a pick on the first possession in the extra frame? Geez, probably still decimated from what didn't get called minutes before, huh?

Well, certainly the defense picked him up, right? That's what title-winning teams do.

Alas, it didn’t. Gave up just enough yardage on the Rams’ ensuing series to pave the way for Greg Zuerlein’s game-winning 57-yard field goal.

Thing is, New Orleans blew this game long before that final kick. Even long before that laughably pathetic non-call.

Championship outfits don’t blow 13-0 first-quarter leads in the playoffs. At home. After they’ve posted a 13-3 mark in the regular season to earn that advantage.

They don’t get outgained 363 yards to 160 after that initial frame, either. With the opposing team’s most lethal weapon riding the bench most of the time.

They certainly don’t have their head coach go into brain-dead mode near the end of regulation and see him call a stupid pass play on first down at the opposing team’s 13-yard line with less than two minutes on the clock when the obvious call there is a run to force the other team to burn a timeout after making a tackle.

The pass, of course, was incomplete … and pretty much encapsulated the entire afternoon for the Saints.

Everything was right there for the taking, and they tossed it away.

Even after a horrible missed call.

When you get past all the bitching, the moaning and the rationalizing, that is what the real issue is.

Right, coach?

A word to the wise: Just deal with it. The denial only delays the healing.

Signed, Your Conscience
 

by Jack Kerwin  |  ydkjack1@gmail.com

It’s fickle. It’s phony. It’s totally Philly.

This farewell to Nick Foles silliness with all the dripping-with-sincerity well-wishers making sure that he, the only quarterback in franchise history to lead the Eagles to a Super Bowl victory, knows that he will forever be … a legend in town.

Puh-leeze.

The majority of people sharing such sentiments were the same ones who either outwardly stated how things would have been even better with Carson Wentz at the helm or inwardly wished Wentz was at the helm because he – not Foles – was their guy.

The memory of what Foles accomplished not only last season, but this one that was careening off the rails for the Eagles until he took over for an injured Wentz yet again, started to fade immeasurably the moment that spot-on pass went right through Alshon Jeffery’s hands and into New Orleans defensive back Marcus Lattimore’s lap to seal an NFC divisional-round clinching victory for the Saints.

You could hear the collective sigh of mindless rationale immediately emanating from Midnight Green Nation, headed by, laughably, the media, across the country – or at least read about it in ridiculously stated code.

The gist of it all: “Well, now we can get back on the path we wanted. With our ‘franchise quarterback’ at the helm.”

Yes, you can … and, at this point, you – and, more importantly, the Eagles – should.

This is the reality: The Eagles have believed in Wentz from Day One. They bent over backward to move up in the 2016 NFL Draft to get him with the No. 2 pick. They traded Sam Bradford the moment it became possible to do so in order to make Wentz the starter. They gave Wentz carte blanche to do whatever he decided was best to do from his first snap.

With that, he has performed well. As well as credited as performing? That’s debatable. Highly debatable. We could argue stats all you want, but they can be skewed. Heck, Wentz was a shell of his 2017 self this past fall, yet his quarterback rating was better in 2018 than it was in his “record-setting” one.

Foles, conversely, has never, ever gained the trust of the Birds’ braintrust. Didn’t matter how well he performed, or what ungodly numbers – or wins – he put up. Or the franchise records he set. When they cast a shadow over anything Wentz did, the Eagles ignored it, or, worse, downplayed it. They, like most fans and media, just chalked it up to “in the moment” momentum, or luck, or magic.

Insulting. Totally. With Eagles head coach Doug Pederson further piling on true lack of appreciation just two days after this title-defense season ended, proclaiming, essentially, he now knows how to handle Wentz better – because, geez, if we can accomplish this, that and the other with a guy like Foles, the mind boggles at what we’ll be able to do with Wentz running the show.

Yeah, coach, get back to me when your boy makes it to the playoffs, and wins a game. Doesn’t even have to win the whole shebang. Just one postseason game.

But, we digress …

Keeping it real, Foles didn’t exactly play stellar in either of the playoff games he started this month. Oh, he performed exceptional right at the outset against Chicago and New Orleans. Then Pederson pulled in the reins, got conservative and reverted to his fetal position of calling on Darren Sproles’ number all too often. Both games.

Doesn’t matter. Even with that, Foles had opportunity to shine, and he didn’t.

Oh, he was directing the Eagles on another thrilling, game-winning drive before Jeffery’s whiff. The masses, incredulously, have somehow skirted over that in their haste to make sure it’s time to move back to Wentz. But, still, Foles was – overall – nothing special against the Bears and Saints.

His efforts paled in comparison to those he gave in last season’s championship run, when he had to throw his way out of Pederson’s “oh, he’s not Carson” shackles to bring Philly its first NFL title since 1960.

The greatness Foles displayed then … that won’t be remembered. It certainly won’t be legendary. Because the Eagles’ organization and the majority of the fan base made that so.

Everything Foles did came with an asterisk attached. Like he didn’t earn it. That he stumbled into it. That everyone else stepped up their game to carry him.

Pretty soon we won’t be hearing Foles’ name linked to Wentz, but, rather, Trent Dilfer.

With those same well-wishing phonies nodding in unknowing unison.

by Jack Kerwin  |  ydkjack1@gmail.com
Never been a fan of the double standard.
It avoids the truth, creates confusion and, ultimately, just ticks off everyone – including the source applying the double standard.

Which brings us to the University of Central Florida football team, otherwise known as that ungodly annoying bane of existence to all things and people beholden to the almighty Power 5 alignment in the college game’s top level the last 13 months or so.

All because the Knights had the audacity to say, hey, look at us, we’re pretty good.

Oh, the nerve. Those peons. Don’t they know their place?

Apparently not. The process of winning 25 games in a row, regardless of quality of competition, tends to give those involved a little confidence.

Here’s the thing, though, why did that bother the elitist among the nation’s gridiron landscape?

If UCF were so inferior, there really was no point to get so upset. If the Knights had been given the shot they so desperately wanted to prove themselves, it stands to reason they would have been put in their place.

As things turned out, despite the narrative being put out there, were they … really?

While the excuses and rationales pour in for the likes of playoff wannabes Ohio State and Georgia, reaffirming that those two “deserved” to be in the final four, the sharks have only been too happy to dive in for the kill on UCF.

Major, MAJOR double standard, people.

Embarrassingly so.

Look, not gonna get any argument from me that this UCF team had some holes in it. That it may have struggled with a tougher schedule, perhaps not extended that string of success so long – this season.

Last season? No. Those Knights were legit. Their conference was stronger. Their head coach was better. Their star player performed at a higher level, and was healthier. They even played a more accomplished team in a New Year’s Day bowl than this season and won – FYI, in a physical sense, too.

Take note all those pointing out missing players from the Power 5 rosters this bowl season – the best player not on the field this postseason has been UCF quarterback McKenzie Milton. Bar none.

No one had a bigger impact on his team’s success, or, frankly, as Tuesday’s Fiesta Bowl loss to LSU showed, lack of it.

Yet, never heard that mentioned. Not once.

Meanwhile, let’s see, Georgia has been getting passes for not one, not two, but three losses – including one itself to LSU, and another New Year’s night in the Sugar Bowl to four-loss Texas, in convincing fashion, mind you.

Oh, what’s that, Georgia was down emotionally because it wasn’t in the playoff? Hmmm, funny, Never heard that come up as an explanation for UCF’s subpar performance.

Ohio State? Stop. A team loses by 29 to a squad that even UCF haters (or, really, non-Power 5 haters) couldn’t fabricate into being better than the Knights has no business being in the playoff, instead of UCF … or Notre Dame or Oklahoma, who, by the way, were good selections, going off the regular season.

Reality check: There are only two elite programs in the country right now – Alabama and Clemson. Everyone else proclaiming to be “right there” is just blowing smoke. There is LAAAARGE gap between those two and the rest of the country.

Too many get wrapped up in one game’s outcome. It’s why the Ohio State domination of disheveled Michigan had people completely ignoring a season that saw the Buckeyes, in addition to the pounding suffered at the hands of the Boilermakers, escape four-loss Penn State as one-point victors only due to James Franklin’s coaching hiccups, barely beat four-win Nebraska and slip outta five-win Maryland with a one-point decision in overtime.

That Washington team OSU beat in the Rose Bowl, that was loss No. 4 on the season for the Huskies.

The reality is, Alabama or Clemson could have lost a game this season … and they’d still easily be the best programs in the country, because they’ve been 1-2 since 2015. This is nothing new. They are dominant – for the long haul. With the two best head coaches in the country.

Heck, Alabama has been tops since 2009, winning five national titles in the process.

UCF, thus far, has been a two-year head-turner. It doesn’t have the history, or depth, to its program that others do. But Clemson was, and still often is, viewed the same way. Why? The double standard-beholden among us have no clue that since Georgia last won a national title in 1980, Clemson has won two.

That’s right. Not one, TWO … and is playing for a third this coming Monday night.

Truth be told, it could be playing for a fourth, as it outplayed Alabama back in the 2016 title game only to see the Tide pull out a 45-40 victory.

Georgia’s “almost” win in last year’s title contest – gee, ya think ’Bama bumping heads with Clemson in a semifinal had anything to do with the Tide being susceptible in that championship?

Yo, start looking at the whole picture out there, and don’t be dismissing UCF off one game … when you haven’t watched another damn game involving the Knights all season, or last season.

Otherwise, you’re everything you claim UCF to be – a fraud.

Don’t worry, though, the Knights may be fading.

Of course, you got the next "UCF" non-Power 5 wonder brewing in the Far West.

Huh?

Oh, yeah. Say hello to Fresno State, which won 12 games this season and has the same coach in Jeff Tedford who managed to put together two future NFL Hall of Famers (Aaron Rodgers and Marshawn Lynch) and Pro Bowler (Justin Forsett) in the same backfield at California once upon a time. Hint: Tedford can recognize talent others do not (Rodgers was a no-name recruit) and convince prime-time talent (Lynch was the nation's No. 2-ranked running back coming out of high school) to join him. 

Better bone up on those double standards. Might be in for a long run with those Bulldogs.

​To be safe, save a few for Army, too.