Joe Shiesty
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What I’m thinking this AM, when I’m not thinking about Joe Burrow’s 10-second zig-zag-zig through SF’s defense Sunday, which was far better than any choreographed OJ Hertz commercial (lookitup, kids) is this:
It’s over.
The Bengals thorough trashing of the NFC’s finest? Done. As useful as yesterday’s beer.
Because here’s the thing about the NFL: We don’t know nothin’. Predicting the league is as easy as foretelling the future of Kelce-Swift.
(SF Gate)
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Did Denver really beat KC yesterday? By two TDs? Why yes, it did. The reigning champ of Inevitable, Patrick Mahomes, was flu-sick, the Chiefs had five turnovers and never looked ready to do what they’ve done better than any team in recent memory: Win.
You can speak of the Bengals resurgence. You can say they’re back, baby. Maybe you’re right. Probably, you’re right. Burrow ran for 10 seconds like the devil was on his tail, dressed like Nick Bosa. The return to the days of Everything’s Possible emerged from Burrow’s vapor trail.
Just remember: It’s the NFL.
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