You know me. You know what I expect every week from our team. You know how I feel about "progress" and "moral victories". You know how I feel about our team, coaches and front office. I am not the kind of person that leaves something unsaid. I am sure there are people here that would rather I did but it is just not my way. I am not a glass half empty or glass half full kind of guy. I see a glass that is neither full or empty. I think that perspective is probably the best way I can describe my self. So when I say this to you. I want you do understand. I do not say this lightly.
There is, in fact, something different in the air. Sunday, we witnessed it. It was something so different from what we have known it was almost unrecognizable. For the better half of Sunday's game our offense was offensive. This was to be expected. I typed it so many times the last few weeks my hands became horse, if that is possible. After watching Hill move our team up and down the field these last few weeks, nothing could have been more painful than watching our fifty million dollar rocket launcher grind our offense to a halt. What makes it even worse, we knew it was coming and it was still painful to watch. Something akin to being kicked in the nuts. You know it is coming but it still hurts like hell.
But this was not the end. In fact, this was just the start. I have fuzzy memories, from our distant past, of defenses that could hold on for our team when the offense was struggling. They are faded in a pleasant distant past kept by the primal part of my mind. Some deranged sort of protection against the insanity that would have no doubt ensued over the last decade of torture. A mental shield from the horrors that were unfolding before my eyes. Desperate measures taken unconsciously to protect myself from pain.
That primal part of my mind was confused Sunday, as was I. What was I seeing here? Could this really be happening? Was the defense of my team actually holding a game within striking distance until the offense, guided by our golden boy, woke up and found his groove. That mental shield never dropped but there was something going on here and I liked it.
We all know what that something was. Mayhew and Gunny have manufactured something special out of little more than a couple draft picks and uncanny cunning that I just could not believe I was seeing. These two men, one with a storied and accomplished history; the other wish a history that most of us would like to forget, found a way to make a difference. They gave the offense time. We all saw the 3-1-3-4 defense Gunny broke out. We saw what KVB could do when he was moved around. We saw the devastation Suh, Williams and Avril could wreak on a QB. We saw a team that had more than one part. Dare I say it? We saw a team.
For the first time in longer than I care to remember, we had two halves that made a whole. This was a win that started with our defense. A win that was then propped up by a slowly awakening offense. And finally, we saw a win that was appropriately nailed down by the defense. The same defense that held us up when we needed them the most.
For the first time in a decade, we saw a win that was two halves making a whole team.
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