The Pro Bowl happened yesterday, and by saying it happened is like saying a tree fell down when you are going along a nice forest stroll and there’s a bark carcass snapped over the trail. Sure, the tree fell down. Sure, the Pro Bowl happened. But did it really happen?
The only thing of importance to come from it was this. Deshaun Watson threw a touchdown pass to Jalen Ramsey. Pass rush doesn’t exist. No sizing anyone up on the outside. Ramsey runs a slant I guess. This isn’t football so football things we say like run a route, or pass set, or drop step, don’t have any real attachment to reality. Watson threw a pass, in the sense that the ball left his hand and traveled in the air as a result of the force he put on it, but this isn’t football, so it really isn’t a pass. And they said it was a touchdown, which isn’t really even a touchdown. Watch the clip below.
The AFC ‘coach’ was Anthony Lynn. Now Lynn is actually the Head Coach of the Los Angeles Chargers, he isn’t the head coach of the AFC, and I love him very much for making this thing happen. He allowed this to occur in between two sidelines. Thank you Mr. Lynn.
This is important in the fact that Jalen Ramsey is a top five defensive back, but is a mercurial personality. He hates playing on a losing team. The blues can crawl up his sleeves when Blake Bortles is missing wide open seam routes. Last year he was anxious and upset, and for good reason, the Jaguars fell from the AFC Championship, a game they should have won, to a puddle of dumpster water made from the freshest squeezed corpses.
I love Ramsey, not only because he’s incredible and is one of the best in the league in what he does, but how he plays. He’s a pair of sweaty crunchy socks stuck to blistered cover feed thirsting for moleskin. His arms are long and equipped with echolocation. Press coverage is easy when you have a chest as strong as his. The mouth piece dangling because of constant yapping. And when he yaps he doesn’t hesitate to say how he really feels, unlike the rest of us sheep, who are forced to keep it boiling inside.
As much as Ramsey talks, he has nothing but pleasantries for DeAndre Hopkins and Deshaun Watson.
Deshaun Watson, he’ll be the league MVP in a couple years. One hundred percent. There’s not even a debate about that. Him and Carson Wentz, for every year starting now until five to ten years, it’s gonna be them two. They’re that good.
“I respect his game. He knows that. He respects my game as well. You’ve got bring some fire. You’ve got to bring some rivalry in to it.”
“I would say this is my least favorite for me, this game. I had some good coverage and he still made good catches. He got me on one long ball that was really nice.”
”I dropped one of my opportunities. It was a good battle, but I’ll chalk this one up to him. I’m the realest, so I’m going to keep it real.”
Said Ramsey of Hopkins this past offseason.
This is all fan fiction. BUT the Houston Texans need defensive back help. They have none of it. If Jacksonville doesn’t grab a competent quarterback and Ramsey is once again toiling in misery why would he want to stay? Why would he want to continue to go up against Watson and Hopkins every year, when free agency exists, when first round picks exist?
What some saw yesterday as a cute thing in a football masquerade, I see a crack. A trickle of water. Expansion from freezing. Time. Friendship and respect. I see a future that I want to see.