I'm a bad blogger as I prepare myself for the knowledge box, though Ben saves the day, somehow, inexplicably somehow, while commenting extensively on our backup situation, Mr. Michael Vick, soon rising defendant, he still manages to really own and explore this space in a day saving maneuver for your incompetent host. I was obsolete when I woke up, moreso now.
Returning to Sean Taylor... halleluiah he's a new man per the Washington Post, changed from one of the fiercest hitters/better safeties in the NFL that happens not to work hard into one of the fiercest hitters/better safeties in the NFL with a new lease on life (in the NFL). Expanding on the snippet from above:
Is it a physical thing, Sean? Are you bigger?
I've always had trouble grasping the Redskin debate over why Sean Taylor regressed in his 3rd year of play. Not for a lack of reasonably staked positions on either side of that argument, but rather because it's framed around a guy who made his first Pro Bowl, had the most tackles on the team, and didn't really look all that different from the Sean Taylor of yesteryear. The defense looked a whole lot different, specifically Kenny Wright looked a lot different than Walt Harris, Lemar Marshall looked a lot different than Lemar Marshall, and Mike Rumph looked like an overcooked steak. Buuuuuuurnt (oh snap!). And, although I don't know Ryan Clark, you sir, Adam Archuleta/Vernon Fox/Towel Boy, were no Ryan Clark.
"I don't think it's a who-I-feel-comfortable-with type of situation," Taylor said. "I don't think anybody in the NFL is tied to each other."
Back to the matter at hand, whether Taylor regressed. I felt that for all those changes in the personnel, Sean Taylor still smelled like Sean Taylor last year, same as he ever was: big, fast, scary, talented, field consuming, etc. As in previous years he was steering clear of fish and showing reckless abandon towards his fatty foods intake. But I'll bite on the improved diet, shoot, why not.
If fishes are the leaven to Sean Taylor's rising doughy stock (in this metaphor, I've completely fucking lost it) then awesome. Whatever causes Sean to elevate his game is peaches and cream to me; I'm with Don Quixote on this new development, whatever he said about fried fish. If I look back to 2007 thinking "Sean Taylor looked a lot like he did in 2006... and 2005... and..." then that will be just dandy as well, because he's a monster on the field and a favorite of this space. His faunal dietary habits are secondary to his extramundane ones, and we're talking about the souls of ball carriers jarred clean from the mortal flesh by all
232 212 225 pounds of MAnimal.
Hogs Haven loves Sean Taylor.