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Pastimes : Green Bay Packers -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: SE who wrote (637)	9/27/1999 4:38:00 PM
From: SE	Respond to of 1150

From: Scott Crevier <scott@crevier.org> Wags by Len Wagner Monday, September 27, 1999 Ah, if I were the coach. . . After Sunday's game, the 23-20 victory born in the special hocus-pocus of Lambeau Field, I would have told my Packers to go home, enjoy the moment, celebrate, toot the horn on your Jag as you hit Lombardi Avenue, have a brat and root beer, take your family out to Denny's, live it up. It was the sort of win that should spawn all those giddy emotions. With a bye week, take a couple days to smile, feel the capture that conquering the dreaded Vikings can produce. And when my Packers returned to practice later in the week, I would chew their butts raw. How many times can you stumble and bumble your way around the gridiron and then have Brett Favre save you? How many more times this year can this happen? We may have already used up our quota of dramatic comebacks. There is just so much spectacular in the well, even the sometimes apparently bottomless well that is Favre. What am I talking about? I'm sorry, I have a tendency to sound like the world's greatest Packer Pessimist. I have admitted this before, though I prefer to think of myself as a realist. And the â€œrealâ€ of Sunday's win is that the supposedly high-powered offense did not score a touchdown until there were 12 seconds left in the game! Against a team that is suspect up front and in the secondary. A team that is its own worst enemy, its glue drying up with the persistent sniping at one another. Crucial penalties plagued the Pack in the red zone -- both ways. George Koonce was called for a personal foul. I'm not sure if it was all Koonce's fault or a late look by the official but in this sort of trash-type game, you have to stay away from those possibilities. If you feel you have to retaliate, at least wait until the play is at least midfield. It's called poise or composure. Darren Sharper and Frankie Winters were called for holding in decisive situations. Illegal tackling would have been a better description. The Packers still have to learn that on third-and-two, they better pass because their running in that situation has all the consistency of warm cottage cheese. And I don't get the defensive alignment when the Vikings had fourth-and-inches. Minnesota lined up in a no-back offense. Everybody in the world saw a quarterback sneak coming. But instead of clogging the middle, the Packers left a major gap between the nose guard and right tackle. Randall Cunningham easily punched into that gap for the first down. Do coaches sometimes outthink themselves? Ah, but there were some good things. The win, for one. Dorsey Levens for another. Though he didn't run for 100 yards, he made some sensational moves on a few runs and certainly after catching passes. The rookie secondary for another. Yes, Antuan Edwards missed the tackle on Jake Reed that almost cost the game, but, overall, the trio played well against a frightening receiver corps. Gilbert Brown did a fine job. The offensive line did largely what it had to do on the really big plays. No real verve there but a good journeyman effort. And let's not forget Ryan Longwell's three field goals, easily overlooked in the glare of St. Brett's halo. Oh, and wasn't it a little scary to see Brian Williams make his best tackle of the day -- on Favre as the magical quarterback left the field after the winning pass? I mean, Brett gets knocked down enough by the opposition. Hey, fellas, let's be a little careful. A simple pat on the back will suffice.