Green's the New Black

I received an electronic mail on Saturday with the following introduction-

“So who the fuck do I root against?”

While I screened the e-mail since the sender is a Riversian douchebag of the highest order, as Packer fans, we should have known all along the answer to his question. Rather than nodding off with indifference through the first 3.5 quarters, we should have been cheering on the black and gold, and capped off the evening by Polamaluing into our Terrible Towels. Why?

Because we have a blueprint.

There are no excuses for Thompson, Mac, and Co. anymore. That warmth in the seat of their collective pants is either Favre slipping them laxatives, or it’s the hot seat being turned up at Lambeau. We just witnessed the true brilliance of the 3-4, and the flexibility it offers.

Yeah, Kurt Warner’s water pistol arm victimized the Blitzburgh D to the tune of 374 yards and 3 TDs - 234 and 2 in the last 8 minutes...who’s counting? - but in doing so, he only added ammunition to why the Packers should flourish in this scheme.

In Pro Bowlers Woodson, Harris, and Collins, plus Atari Bigby, Tramon Williams, and Aaron Rouse, the Pack have a secondary whose talent far surpasses that of the Steelers, even with their All-World safety in tow. Green Bay won’t be concerned with adding to the personnel of their defensive backfield unless Teddy is looking to relocate in 2010.

...All of which leads to this: the Steelers front 7 absolutely dominated Arizona. 12 carries for 33 yards, two sacks, a fumble, an interception, and a touchdown for that group last night.

Management needs to look no further than the last two seasons, in which three of the final four teams both years possessed a stout group of linemen and linebackers leading their respective 3-4 schemes. If Thompson, McCarthy and Capers fairly evaluate their squad, they’ll understand quickly how incompetent the current group is, and the additions (and subtractions- hear that, Chillar?) that need to be made.

The Steelers stirring championship performance only serves to put an exclamation point on that need. Woodley, Harrison, Hampton, Smith, Farrior…not exactly Hawk, Poppinga, Jenkins, Chillar, Jolly, and Pickett. Having watched the Super Bowl, and observing the same scheme without being at its finest, every Cheesehead now knows what it’s going to take to bring another ring to Titletown- and it’s not going to be Brady Poppinga and his multitude of wives flying through the B gap.


Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb Dumb!

Now’s the time, Teddy. We all know the power of the 3-4. Being a cheap ass is going to be more obvious than ever after Pittsburgh’s Super run, so bust out your Rodgers-emblazoned pocket book and roll the dice.

Your job depends on it.