Devin Singletary was let loose on the Washington Deadskins last Sunday and a new era of ankle, heart, and game-breaking running backs was born for the Bills.
The Bills are either the worst 6-2 team ever, the luckiest bastards, or just plain good, depending on the day or who you may believe. They do not do anything great, but do not suck at anything either.
They do, however, win.
The bend but don’t break defense was in full swing, and they seem love to bend but not break our balls.
Just when you think 63 year-old Adrian Peterson is going to put up 200 yards on the ground after about 5 consecutive breakaway jaunts, he gets about 8 consecutive stuffs. Peterson rushed for 7 yards on 8 carries in the second half and disappeared like, well, Adrian Peterson the last few years.
It’s hard to know who to trust on defense. Jordan Phillips has more sacks than any DT in the league, out of nowhere, and just likely priced himself out of our starting lineup next year when he hits free agency. Vincent Taylor was signed off the PS and made 3 plays on 9 snaps. That’s not right. Prize rookie Ed Oliver was sur-prized when he didn’t start and only played 18 snaps.
The fattest guys on the team somehow get the best All-22 grades from The Athletic’s Joe Bologna – Quinton Spain and Star Latouelouielouie. Although Joe B’s grades should be taken with a grain elevator of salt.
But each week the Bills seem to have a couple guys that play like the old definition of Goats, and a couple that play like the new one. Levi Wallace got exploited for the second week in a row. Tyler Kroft disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Bojo the clown did his clown act on a punt that went as long as the snap. Sometimes he punts like he’s wearing giant red shoes.
The Bills tried to jam, stuff, and pound a round Frank Gore into a square hole in the middle of the line that never existed. They remarkably tried this charade five times in a row and it didn’t work any one of them. Hmmmmm… Brian Dumboll often either tries to be too cute or coyote ugly.
Josh Allen played a lot like Josh Allen, both brilliant at times and quite bothersome. Some of his best plays and passes didn’t count. And the ones that did don’t seem to count to his detractors.
Cole Beasley had his third straight short TD, this time on a fantastic out pattern that broke the Washington CB’s ankles and almost Beasley’s own.
John Brown continued to show what Brown can do for you. He gets consistently open and consistently makes plays downfield and consistently gets first downs (one of the league’s top percentages) and consistently gets underrated. Brown did suffer an uncharacteristic drop on a tremendous Josh Houdini, and was almost separated from his torso by a clear undercut and interference call that was uncalled for and uncalled.
Robert Fosterchild, who was recently doing nothing, replaced Duke Williams at the #3 WR, who was doing nothing, and promptly did nothing.
But the Bills offense was the coming out party of gorgeous debutante Devin Singletary. The whirling dervish jukebox was dancing with the stars, sidestepping, pirouetting, and slip-sliding away from defenders all day, leaving Redskins splayed on the field like slaughtered at Wounded Knee.
Singletary already has that ability to make you get excited as soon as he touches the rock, even if it goes nowhere. A unique combination of shiftiness, suddenness, and surprising power, we now know why Brandon Beane called him the “funnest” running back he has scouted.
Many, including myself, questioned the pick, position, and player when he was announced at the NFL draft, and now I couldn’t imagine wanting many/anyone different at that spot in round three.
This week the Bills take their shocking, suspect 6-2 record into Cleveland to face the Brownshirts and the axis of evil, Faker Mayfield, Jarhead Landry, and OBJOCD. A Bills win will be a huge step to securing a playoff spot and all but end the Browns season of sadness.
So come on down to the madhouse on Santa Monica for some cold blues, stiff drinks, hot girls, cool guys, free wings, cheap beer, good cheer, bad singing, and keen insults.
Tasmanian Devin is just getting revved up.
By Pete Rosen
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