Super Bowl Monday feels:
That knee to the groin did feel great today https://t.co/gAzQl9nYPh— Kyle Young (@kyle_young25) February 1, 2020
Tough typo there, too. Been there, Kyle. On both fronts.
Word of the Day: Laurel.
REALLY BIG RINGS. They weren't on the field on Sunday night, but Darron Lee and Mike Weber will be getting themselves some hefty finger jewelry regardless.
Lee has been on the roster all season, seeing action in all 16 regular-season games, but was inactive for the playoff run and Sunday night's Super Bowl win. But the history books will remember him as a Super Bowl champ regardless.
Weber, meanwhile, was signed to the practice squad in January and has stayed there ever since. He won't officially be considered a "Super Bowl champion," but the ice on his finger's going to suggest otherwise.
Super bowl champ— Mike Weber (@mikeweberjr) February 3, 2020
Personally, I've got no problem with these guys hyping their Super Bowl title even if I played just as many snaps in the game while grazing on buffalo chicken dip and french fries from my couch. Difference is, I was also on my couch doing the same damn thing the rest of the week (and month, and year) while they've been in the facilities working.
They did their job and busted their asses just the same as everyone else in practice and they're team won the whole damn thing after their help and preparation. Hell yeah, they're Super Bowl champs.
COMING BACK STRONGER. Somehow, some folks' immediate reaction to DJ Carton opening up about his struggle with mental illness was to frustratedly suggest it was an excuse to transfer, as if they – a fan – were somehow the victim in this situation.
Mrs. Carton squashed that speculation on Saturday night.
Thank you to DJs many supporters pic.twitter.com/pOnsRAJX0v— Jennifer Carton (@meeker1015) February 2, 2020
I don't mean to shit on that minority group of vocal fans too much, because I get that their brains are pretty much programmed to think "what is this going to do to the sports team that I love to know?" on pretty much every occasion. As a mush-brained sports-knower myself, I empathize.
But as Mark Titus – who also struggles with mental illness – told our Colin Hass-Hill (in an extremely good interview you should absolutely read), "sometimes, you just forget that these are just human beings."
That said, I'm pumped as hell that he'll be back. Both because he's a very good basketball player who will help my favorite team, and because he's a human being who I very much want to see succeed and get healthy.
“HE'S JUST THAT GOOD.” Nick Bosa didn't get his Super Bowl ring last night, but that's fine. I've got a pretty strong feeling he'll get another chance as he terrorizes the league for the next two decades.
His teammate, 49ers tight end George Kittle, talked about his earliest impressions of the younger Bosa brother (and how the most effective way to beat him is to not even try).
"I mean, I don't think there's a part of Nick's game that's weak," Kittle said Thursday. "Everything he does is insane. I had a rep against him in preseason. We're in an outside zone and I had him blocked perfectly. He held me with one arm, flipped his hips around and shut the play down all in a half-second. In our meeting room coach [Kyle Shanahan] was like, 'Yeah Kittle, there's nothing you could do there. You are absolutely perfect. He's just that good.' I was like, 'Oh, that's awesome. Run the other way then please.'
"Nick's an incredible football player and he's 22 years old and he's going to terrorize the NFL for 22 years."
Rookies aren't really supposed to be physical freaks or technically perfect at any point in their first year, much less in the damn preseason. But Nick Bosa was. And so was his brother. And so is Chase Young. See a pattern here?
BEST DAMN HALFTIME SHOW IN THE LAND? As much as Shakira and J-Lo killed it with the halftime performance last night (I particularly appreciated the live performance of Shakira's hit tune Honest Hips), I felt at least a little regret in my heart when it was suggested that it could have been the best damn band in the land.
Hell yeah, but let's keep the smoke machines, lasers, hydraulic lifts, background dancers and all of that, as well. If we're gonna do it, let's do it big.
MICHIGAN DID SOMETHING! In an absolutely wild turn of events, the Chiefs stole an offensive play from Michigan to use in the Super Bowl.
If that sounds too absurd for your brain to even fathom, it should put you at ease knowing that the play was from 1948, which was presumably the last time Michigan showed any sort of offensive creativity.
Pretty cool. Chiefs OC Eric Bieniemy said they stole that first TD play from Michigan in an old Rose Bowl vs. USC. I looked, and yep. This is from New Year's Day 1948. Fritz Crisler = visionary pic.twitter.com/bcWp5BEf0h— Alex Kirshner (@alex_kirshner) February 3, 2020
So basically, one of Michigan's greatest contributions to modern football was a play they ran over 70 years ago. That's about right.
NOT STICKING TO SPORTS. A bride is charging guests an 'entry fee' to her wedding so she can get back money she spent... Ted Bundy's longtime girlfriend finally speaks... A man is caught in a sting trying to pay a prostitute with a hamburger... Drug dealers are using Youtube to learn how to make crack cocaine... Remembering the Ohio State Penitentiary Hurricanes—and the day my father played against them in 1965.