Now Begins the Offseason of Our Discontent
So, the Panthers’ season is over. I’m not sure if I should be depressed that we ended 7-9 or ecstatic that we won any games considering the fact that our star defensive player (Peppers) was non-existent for the majority of the season and that we started a shell-shocked never-was and a guy who was around when they invented the forward pass for 10 of the 16 games this year. Matt Moore was definitely a diamond in the rough and Steve Smith proved he’s pound for pound the baddest man on the planet, managing to put together 1000 yards receiving again.
I do hope John Fox is kept another year; on the other hand, I hope that Special (in this context, Retarded) Teams coach Danny Crossman is bundled together with Keary “No Hands” Colbert and David “Good God I Suck But Look At My Hair” Carr and shoved into a cannon and fired off into the moon. We need to figure out what’s going on at OT (resign Gross, wish Wharton well), find a replacement for Rucker at DE, and find someone who has a clue who can play Free Safety. Hopefully we’ll see DeAngelo Williams as the feature back next year; I like Foster as much or more than the next guy, but Williams has a little more of that something special.