RBs Roast Beef – The Overcooked Situation of Falcons’ Running Backs

DeMarco Murray. Matt Forte. Marshawn Lynch. Le’Veon Bell. What do all of these players have in common? Aside from the fact that they’re dominant, league-leading running backs? They’re the only dominant running backs on their respective teams. The Atlanta Falcons have struggled the past couple of seasons to find their every down back and as such, have been forced to go with a run by committee strategy. Steven Jackson can no longer put the weight of a squad on his back and the other two (healthy) RBs are just too inexperienced to make up for it. With Smith now on the IR, our birds find themselves up shit’s creek and the paddle is quite small. Read More

Why I’m thankful for Air Canada…

By: Patrick Fuller

Growing up, my family spent most of our family vacations in Daytona Beach, Florida. Usually known for the historic Daytona International Speedway, or to most spring breakers, the only beach that you could drive your car on. Over the years, as we would cruise down International Speedway Boulevard, I began to notice an unfortunate looking high school that never really seemed to show any improvement. Like some sort of ghetto establishment straight out of Compton in the early nineties.  A Michelle Pfeiffer, Dangerous Minds kind of place…  I always thought maybe they started rebuilding the school, ran out of money, and then just said f*ck it, we’re good here.  Meanwhile, every time we drove by, I’m just looking out the window, expecting to suddenly see Coolio come out and start rapping “Gangster’s Paradise.” Little did I know…this was a special place. This was Vince Carter’s alma mater. Mainland Regional High School, Daytona, FL. But if you ride past that same school now, you will see a much improved scene. The Mainland High School Arena, now named after him, complete with a life size suitted-up Vince statue out front. His name emblazoned across the top of the gym doors. Nowadays, this high school would certainly be one of the nicest you will ever see (or at least that I have ever seen). Read More

A Fond Farewell to Todd Gurley

This time of year often brings out the best in most of us who were raised in the South. The start of the Holiday season brings about a sense of gratitude, hope, and of course – thanks. It’s a time spent with family and friends. It’s a time for traditions and reflections, and most importantly it’s a time for appreciation.

Appreciation is something that is often overlooked by us SEC fans throughout the course of the football season. The emptiness and discontent that we endure for nine agonizing months every offseason during the absence of football quickly gives way to an anxious impatience as soon as the season begins. We move from week to week with the same eagerness as a child opening up his Christmas presents in early December after he found their secret hiding spot. It’s a natural symptom for SEC fans wondering if this year will be THE year for whomever they’ve pledged a lifetime of allegiance and loyalty to. Read More