Mitch
Crawled Through 5 FB Fields
Lately, the AZ Republic's coverage of the Cardinals has been rather amusing, to say the least. Right before the bye---when Ken Whisenhunt was coerced into answering the question of how much blame he puts on himself---whereby, of course, Whisenhunt accepted his share---the next day's headline read something to the effect of "Whisenhunt Admits Blame".
Hardy har har! Good one AZ Republic.
But wait---this week's headline is even better:
"Boldin Quiet on Playing the Cardinals"
If you are suppressing a good hearty guffaw---go ahead and let one loose.
If you read the article---the INNUENDO of what Boldin said SPEAKS VOLUMES as to what ails the Cardinals---
If you read into what Boldin actually says---like Walt Whitman, he is actually sounding his "barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."
There is absolutely nothing QUIET about what Boldin has to say:
1. "Around here (Baltimore) we're all about winning."
Innuendo: In Arizona, you are not.
2. "Baltimore was a place I was eyeing. My only request was I wanted to go somewhere where I am able to compete for a championship every year."
Innuendo: The two year playoff run in Arizona was a fluke---look at you now.
3. "I definitely owe them (the Cardinals) a thank you."
Innuendo: You did me the ultimate favor.
As unfortunate, unsavory and untimely as Boldin's conspicuously selfish actions were during the playoff run---what has become more and more clear is how justifiably desperate Boldin was to rid himself of Ken Whisenhunt, Rod Graves and the Cardinal organization.
Here was a guy who epitomized rare toughness on a team that characteristically harbors soft, uninspired and over-the-hill players---a guy who got his face bashed in and played two weeks later---a guy who burst onto the scene with one of the most inspiring rookie performances---and brought the same passion and toughness into virtually every game and snap he played as a Cardinal.
One incredibly tough bird.
Only for Boldin---who got tired of being a bird of a different feather in the Cardinal organization---in trading his red feathers for black---he became another tough bird on a flock full of tough birds---and now he is chirping a song so happy and loud that it cannot be confused as quiet.
"Once Upon a midnight dreary..."
And it leaves Cardinal fans, alas---those who relished and appreciated Boldin's toughness and gritty production (and his role in flying the Cardinals to unforeseen golden pastures)---the "rapping and tapping at our chamber doors"---leaves us rueing the grim reality of---the last (not so quiet) utterance Boldin had to say about the Cardinals:
"Nevermore."
Hardy har har! Good one AZ Republic.
But wait---this week's headline is even better:
"Boldin Quiet on Playing the Cardinals"
If you are suppressing a good hearty guffaw---go ahead and let one loose.
If you read the article---the INNUENDO of what Boldin said SPEAKS VOLUMES as to what ails the Cardinals---
If you read into what Boldin actually says---like Walt Whitman, he is actually sounding his "barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."
There is absolutely nothing QUIET about what Boldin has to say:
1. "Around here (Baltimore) we're all about winning."
Innuendo: In Arizona, you are not.
2. "Baltimore was a place I was eyeing. My only request was I wanted to go somewhere where I am able to compete for a championship every year."
Innuendo: The two year playoff run in Arizona was a fluke---look at you now.
3. "I definitely owe them (the Cardinals) a thank you."
Innuendo: You did me the ultimate favor.
As unfortunate, unsavory and untimely as Boldin's conspicuously selfish actions were during the playoff run---what has become more and more clear is how justifiably desperate Boldin was to rid himself of Ken Whisenhunt, Rod Graves and the Cardinal organization.
Here was a guy who epitomized rare toughness on a team that characteristically harbors soft, uninspired and over-the-hill players---a guy who got his face bashed in and played two weeks later---a guy who burst onto the scene with one of the most inspiring rookie performances---and brought the same passion and toughness into virtually every game and snap he played as a Cardinal.
One incredibly tough bird.
Only for Boldin---who got tired of being a bird of a different feather in the Cardinal organization---in trading his red feathers for black---he became another tough bird on a flock full of tough birds---and now he is chirping a song so happy and loud that it cannot be confused as quiet.
"Once Upon a midnight dreary..."
And it leaves Cardinal fans, alas---those who relished and appreciated Boldin's toughness and gritty production (and his role in flying the Cardinals to unforeseen golden pastures)---the "rapping and tapping at our chamber doors"---leaves us rueing the grim reality of---the last (not so quiet) utterance Boldin had to say about the Cardinals:
"Nevermore."
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