Raiders ride playmakers to relevance


Raiders ride playmakers to relevance

Hue Jackson has come to realize over the fullness of time that Darren McFaddens only real opponent is injury. If hes playin, hes doin the sayin, and what he says he says loud and clear.In fact, McFadden shouted so loudly Sunday that Rex Ryan is probably deaf in one year, and he did it so resonantly that Bill Belichick has been scheming for McFadden since the moment he stopped screaming at his New England Patriots for losing to Buffalo.Between the 70-yard burst that helped define Oaklands 34-24 victory over the New York Jets, the option pass that had him and the Jet defenders thinking he might flash back to his high school quarterback days, and the 18 other carries (at 5.6 yards per clip), McFadden became the new face of the Raiders.

Although, it must be said, he would do well to leave room for wide receiver Denarius Moore, who is now the teams second bonafide playmaker on an offense that for so many years has tried to get by with none.Therein lies the major difference at this moment between Oakland and San Francisco and the 2-1 record they share. The 49ers grate on your eyes, win or lose. The Raiders are a pyrospectacular.Put another way, consider how hard it is for a team to score 34 points and beat the two-time AFC finalist while converting zero third downs. Thats what comes when, as Jackson likes to say, You let playmakers make plays. You become an all-or-nothing team.And when you throw in kicker Sebastian Janikowski, now you have a certifiable freak of nature in addition to the more traditional offensive incandescents.In short, what you have is the offense Al Davis has wanted to recreate since Marcus Allen and Bo Jackson. And in a league where six of the top nine scoring teams are Buffalo, New England, Houston, Baltimore and the Raiders, this seems more and more like the American Football League every week.The only real issue Davis might have with Jackson after these three weeks is that the head coach does tend at times to exhort the crowd to make more noise -- a detail Al surely regards as extraneous to the job at hand.Particularly right now, after having polished off the Jets -- the Raiders of the new millennium -- and prepping now for the Patriots -- the Steelers of the new millennium.Having a full house is one thing. Having home TV is yet another. But treating both audiences to the likes of McFadden and Moore and Janikowski, plus a defense that makes and allows big plays with equal facility, and the Raiders may be quietly but surely become the next cool thing for football fans.They have not been that for quite some time, as most of you know. Being dull and dysfunctional and dry and destitute is a bad marketing hook. And the Raiders have tried to be intimidators and rule-breakers and conspiracy freaks and a lot of other things, but the one thing they were in their greatest days was a room full of playmakers.They are not yet ready for the big room, to be sure. They havent been at this long enough to walk into a stadium, even their own, and act like they own the joint. Jackson likes to talk about the Raiders being bullies, but theyre not that yet. There is still growth to be done and smarts to exhibit and a consistency to establish and cling to in good times and bad.And lets be honest here -- beating the Jets isnt the same as beating the Patriots. Not yet. New England may still have some weaknesses, as the suddenly bad-assed Bills are showing a very surprised nation, but they are the Patriots until further notice.But as Jackson said, were getting there. Were not there yet, but were on our way.Now he just has to break himself of the habit of urging on the crowd. If the crowd doesnt get it after Sunday, and if it cant replicate its enthusiasm Sunday against the Belichicks, then no amount of urging from the sidelines will work.Besides, one of the side perks of being a playmaker like McFadden, Moore and Janikowski is that you also get to be a crowd shaker. They all seem to have that down, and it's only been three weeks.

A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun


A sports-related pie-fixing scandal? Hell never felt so fun

I’m liking this 2017 so far. Then again, after 2016, nearly any year would be an improvement.

Just this last weekend we got a flat-earth scandal that turned into a mock-up about media self-importance and fake news (yay Kyrie Irving and his impish sense of satire!).

We got the overblown Russell-Hates-Kevin narrative, and the faux Russell-Secretly-Loves-Kevin counternarrative, all because we are stunningly attracted to meaningless and utterly contrived drama (yay our ability to B.S. ourselves!).

We got the NBA All-Star Game ripped for having no defense even though last year’s game was, if anything, worse (yay short attention span!).

We got the Boogie Cousins trade and the national revulsion of all the thought processes the Sacramento Kings put into this perpetually rolling disaster (yay making Boogie and Vivek Ranadive household names!).

And now we got the Great Sutton United Pie-Fixing Scandal. Yeah, pie-fixing. Hell never felt so fun.

So here’s the deal. Sutton United, a very small fry in English soccer, got to the fifth round of the FA Cup, a competition in which all the clubs in England are commingled and play each other until one team remains. The big clubs almost always win, so any time a small club goes deep, it’s a big deal.

Anyway, Sutton went deeper in the competition than nearly anyone in the last century, a charming development given that it is such a small club that it had a stadium caretaker, goalie coach and backup goalie all in one massive fellow, a 46-year-old guy named Wayne Shaw. Shaw became the globular embodiment of the entire Sutton Experience, a jolly lark for everyone involved and especially when he ate a pie on the bench in the final minutes of Sutton’s Cup-exiting loss to Arsenal.

And now he’s been eased into resigning his jobs with the club, because – and this is so very British – there were betting shops taking action on whether he would in fact eat a pie on the bench, and he either did or did not tip off his pals that he was going to chow down on television.

He did eat the pie. His pals collected on their bets. The sport’s governing body opened an investigation into market manipulation by gambling – which is hilarious given that no fewer than 10 gambling establishments have advertising deals with English soccer clubs. Shaw was invited to quit to kill the story, and he took the hint.

Hey, dreams die all the time. But it’s still pie-fixing. Let that rattle around your head for a minute. Pie-fixing. Not match-fixing. Not point-shaving. Pie-fixing.

Now how can you not love this year?

Sure, it sucks for Shaw, but it serves as a series of cautionary tales for athletes around the world.

* Gambling is everywhere, and every time you inch toward it, you dance on the third rail.

* If you want to help your friends, give them cash.

* This is a horribly delicious way to lose your gig.

* And finally, fun in the 21st century isn’t ever truly fun because someone in a suit and a snugly-placed stick is going to make sure you pay full retail for that fun.

But it is nice to know that something that has never happened before is now part of our year. Pie-fixing is a thing now, as silly in its way as Irving’s flat-earth narrative was. And as we steer away from normal games as being too run-of-the-mill-fuddy-duddy entertainment, we have replaced them with sideshows.

Or do you forget how many people complained Saturday and Sunday that the dunk contest wasn’t interesting enough? How stupid is that?

Lots. Lots of stupid. But against pie-tin-shaped planets and pies turned into betting coups, how can it possibly compare?

We chase a lot of idiotic narratives in our sporting lives. The great What Will The Patriots Do To Roger Goodell story died like the old dog it was. We still try to flog Warriors-Thunder as a rivalry in search of better TV ratings when all the obvious evidence is that it is no such thing unless you think a couple that broke up nine months ago is still a solid story. We have Bachelor fantasy leagues, for God’s sake.

This would leave most normal folks in despair, thus matching their everyday experiences, but yin meets yang, and every time it looks like we are all barrel-rolling into the sun, we get Irving, and then we get Wayne Shaw.

In short, 2017 is going to be fun of grand surprises for us all. I look forward to the day President Trump tries to fete the Patriots and only gets to Skype with Bob Kraft and the equipment guys who midwifed DeflateGate, and Mark Davis in Las Vegas, just to see if he can get a P.F. Chang’s into the Bellagio.

Why not? This is sport’s year-long tribute to sketch comedy, and evidently everyone is signing on enthusiastically to replace lessons of morality and honor and equality and dignity and sportsmanship with slackened jaws and belly laughs.

So yay sports! Or as it is clearly becoming, A Night At The Improv.

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

Patriots win one for the ages, but where does it rank?

The price of watching Roger Goodell being booed back to the Bronze Age is a subtle but real one, and one that people will feel very dearly soon enough.

The last great cathartic Super Bowl is now done, with the New England Patriots winning the brilliant and decisive battle to be sports’ new evil empire. In doing so, it rendered Goodell a permanent and risible punch line in National Football League history, the mall cop who wanted the death penalty for littering, and in the words of the song “got what he wanted but he lost what he had.”

True, $40 million a year can make the dissolution of your public persona a reasonably decent tradeoff, but we lost the argument about who won his windmill tilt with the Patriots. It’s done, and he is now permanently and irrevocably a figure of ridicule.

But that’s not the only debating point America lost Sunday night, and while you wouldn’t think it given how much time we are willing to shouting at each other, quality arguments are not easily replaced.

We have almost surely lost the mindless debate about the best quarterback ever, because there is nothing anyone can bring up that the words “Tom Brady” cannot rebut except calling his own plays, and since that is no longer allowed in football, it is a silly asterisk to apply.

We have almost surely lost the equally silly shouter about the best coach ever. Bill Belichick is defiantly not fun, but he has built, improved and bronzed an organizational model that is slowly swallowing the rest of the sport. That and five trophies makes him the equal if not better of the short list of Paul Brown, George Halas, Vince Lombardi, Bill Walsh and Tom Landry.

Plus, Belichick locked up the most absurd response to a question in coaching history Monday when he said, “As great as today feels . . . we're five weeks behind the other teams for the 2017 season.” Even allowing for Gregg Popovich in-game interviews, the so-grim-he-could-make-a-robot-cry worship-the-process response has now become a cliché. If 2017 prep was so important, he should have skipped yesterday’s game, and he definitely should have chosen not to waste so much time on the trophy stand after the game when training camp drills needed to be scheduled.

Oh, and DeflateGate died. Dead. No zombie possibilities here.

We do have a meatheaded argument ahead of us about which championship in the last year is the best, which can be settled here.

1. Leicester City, because 5,000-1 is 5,000-1, and the whole world understands that. Plus, there was invaluable three-month buildup that engaged non-soccer fans.

2. Chicago Cubs, because 108 years is 108 years.

3. New England Patriots, because . . . well, I don’t have to explain it unless you have no useful memory span. “Down 25 In The Third Quarter” is the new “Down 3-1.”

4. Cleveland Cavaliers, because they slayed the first unbeatable Warrior team by coming from 3-1 down, and even as a silver medalist, it will always be an internet meme, which is what passes for memorable in our decrepit culture.

5. (tie) Villanova basketball and Clemson football in a tie, because they were essentially the same great game.

7. The Pittsburgh Penguins, because the Stanley Cup Final was devoid of drama or high moments, and only 14:53 of overtime. Feh.

But everything else is settled, and this Super Bowl will not be topped for a long time. Our current cycle of absurd championships is almost surely going to end soon, because “Down 3-1” has happened twice in eight months (three times, if you count Warriors over Thunder), and the bar has now been placed well beyond reasonable clearing.

Indeed, the only thing left is for a championship team to spontaneously combust on the award stand. But if they do so and ignite Roger Goodell along the way, that would be an ending America would cheerfully endorse.

But that also isn’t an argument any more, and yes, that includes Gary Bettman.