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Brooks gives us reasons to believe
Ray Ratto
Saturday, August 26, 2006
So we presume Randy Moss is happy again, knowing that he can actually be found downfield. We assume Aaron Brooks is delighted to know that he won't be Collinsed out of town before Labor Day. And somewhere, the millions of Raiders fans who wouldn't have been caught dead watching their boys play another bad team for practice, have busted out the Jagermeister and silver body paint.
Yes, these are happy times in Oakland, and not just because the A's are doing their August banshee two-step through the American League. Brooks and Moss have found each other, the Raiders are 4-0 in busywork games for the first time since 1975.
Not that that's the point, mind you. The Raiders cleverly scheduled the NFL's softest underbellies imaginable this summer -- the 6-10 Eagles, the 9-7 (but don't be fooled by that) Vikings, the 4-12 49ers and the 5-11 Lions.
But since the Raiders are themselves one of said underbellies, they were in no position to put on any airs, except maybe with the football. And with nothing to lose but their self-respect and everything to gain, they have so far run the table, including Friday's 21-3 beating of a Detroit team that thought so much of the game that they flew in on game day.
Friday, though, it was more than a mere victory over another grisly and jet-lagged Lions team. Brooks was cured, at least temporarily, of the things that made Raiders fans dream their dreamy dreams of Andrew Walter. Moss found open space and Brooks found him, plus Doug Gabriel, plus Randal Williams, plus Ronald Curry, plus (Shock! Awe! Gasp!) even Jerry Porter.
That's right, even the newest member of the Raiders Non-Person's club, who caught an 11-yard out early in the second quarter, was booed when he caught it, but only a bit. Things were going too good for the crowd to object too much to one more first down.
Then again, there wasn't much of a crowd with which to build up any lingering animosity. Although the official crowd count was given as 43,889, there were barely 25,000 people in the building, and some of them were in Dayglo yellow coats hawking cotton candy and frozen malts. The Raiders are still a tough sell, even in these meaninglessly happy times.
But that's not the point of the evening, unless your life dreams include chartered accountancy. The Raiders finally got Brooks and the passing game fully acquainted, and even when he wasn't finding Moss scandalously open behind Fernando Bryant on the game's third play, he was finding him in a field of three Lions for a 25-yard score later in the half.
And when it wasn't Moss, it was Gabriel or someone else free beneath the Lions zone, or Brooks breaking out of the pocket in an intrepid but controlled fashion. This was the good Brooks the Raiders had heard about all these past months, and just when folks started to worry that the season might deteriorate into bad will and public recriminations even before the first real game.
"He's getting more comfortable," Raiders coach Art Shell said of Brooks. "He's clearing the old systems out of his head and putting in the new one. He's getting the system down more every week."
Brooks, ever the crafty politician, agreed.
"I was in one system (in New Orleans) for seven years," he said, "and this is my eighth year. That's why I tell you guys this is a process. Not only do I have to go through the process, but all the other players have to go through it, too."
There were indeed plenty of good things to unearth from the victory, which Comrade White has exhaustively catalogued for you, but because Brooks was the most troublesome issue, his nine completions in 15 tries for 187 yards and two scores looked even better than they actually were. I mean, he was throwing against the Lions, remember?
Still, command in the pocket is command in the pocket, and seeing the field while going through his full set of progressions is seeing the field. Not that Shell was going to seriously entertain the possibility of playing Walter in the season opener (Shell is a man whose opinions are not easily shifted once they are formed, as we know, and anyway, Walter being out Friday surely further delayed his inevitable debut), but this was the game Shell could point to when someone asked the nettlesome question, "But why do you believe in him so?"
Now if you think that isn't a load off his mind, then you don't know either Shell or the army of people ready to turn on Brooks the way they turned on Kerry Collins. Brooks needed to show just what he did Friday night, and other than catching a bit of stick for kneeling three times to run out the last 1:25 of the first half, he met and exceeded expectations.
Now whether this means new expectations before the San Diego game 16 days from now is another matter. Wasting the talents of Moss and LaMont Jordan is a sin that results in fairly comprehensive punishment, and Brooks will always be on the hook for that.
But Friday, he showed for the first time a full appreciation of the weapons beside him in the huddle, and full knowledge of how to make them operational at the line of scrimmage. This may not be the season that turns around this franchise's fortunes -- the real schedule has lots of teams prepared to put the Lions to shame, even when they splurge for an overnight stay -- but there are at least possibilities now.
Ray Ratto
Saturday, August 26, 2006
So we presume Randy Moss is happy again, knowing that he can actually be found downfield. We assume Aaron Brooks is delighted to know that he won't be Collinsed out of town before Labor Day. And somewhere, the millions of Raiders fans who wouldn't have been caught dead watching their boys play another bad team for practice, have busted out the Jagermeister and silver body paint.
Yes, these are happy times in Oakland, and not just because the A's are doing their August banshee two-step through the American League. Brooks and Moss have found each other, the Raiders are 4-0 in busywork games for the first time since 1975.
Not that that's the point, mind you. The Raiders cleverly scheduled the NFL's softest underbellies imaginable this summer -- the 6-10 Eagles, the 9-7 (but don't be fooled by that) Vikings, the 4-12 49ers and the 5-11 Lions.
But since the Raiders are themselves one of said underbellies, they were in no position to put on any airs, except maybe with the football. And with nothing to lose but their self-respect and everything to gain, they have so far run the table, including Friday's 21-3 beating of a Detroit team that thought so much of the game that they flew in on game day.
Friday, though, it was more than a mere victory over another grisly and jet-lagged Lions team. Brooks was cured, at least temporarily, of the things that made Raiders fans dream their dreamy dreams of Andrew Walter. Moss found open space and Brooks found him, plus Doug Gabriel, plus Randal Williams, plus Ronald Curry, plus (Shock! Awe! Gasp!) even Jerry Porter.
That's right, even the newest member of the Raiders Non-Person's club, who caught an 11-yard out early in the second quarter, was booed when he caught it, but only a bit. Things were going too good for the crowd to object too much to one more first down.
Then again, there wasn't much of a crowd with which to build up any lingering animosity. Although the official crowd count was given as 43,889, there were barely 25,000 people in the building, and some of them were in Dayglo yellow coats hawking cotton candy and frozen malts. The Raiders are still a tough sell, even in these meaninglessly happy times.
But that's not the point of the evening, unless your life dreams include chartered accountancy. The Raiders finally got Brooks and the passing game fully acquainted, and even when he wasn't finding Moss scandalously open behind Fernando Bryant on the game's third play, he was finding him in a field of three Lions for a 25-yard score later in the half.
And when it wasn't Moss, it was Gabriel or someone else free beneath the Lions zone, or Brooks breaking out of the pocket in an intrepid but controlled fashion. This was the good Brooks the Raiders had heard about all these past months, and just when folks started to worry that the season might deteriorate into bad will and public recriminations even before the first real game.
"He's getting more comfortable," Raiders coach Art Shell said of Brooks. "He's clearing the old systems out of his head and putting in the new one. He's getting the system down more every week."
Brooks, ever the crafty politician, agreed.
"I was in one system (in New Orleans) for seven years," he said, "and this is my eighth year. That's why I tell you guys this is a process. Not only do I have to go through the process, but all the other players have to go through it, too."
There were indeed plenty of good things to unearth from the victory, which Comrade White has exhaustively catalogued for you, but because Brooks was the most troublesome issue, his nine completions in 15 tries for 187 yards and two scores looked even better than they actually were. I mean, he was throwing against the Lions, remember?
Still, command in the pocket is command in the pocket, and seeing the field while going through his full set of progressions is seeing the field. Not that Shell was going to seriously entertain the possibility of playing Walter in the season opener (Shell is a man whose opinions are not easily shifted once they are formed, as we know, and anyway, Walter being out Friday surely further delayed his inevitable debut), but this was the game Shell could point to when someone asked the nettlesome question, "But why do you believe in him so?"
Now if you think that isn't a load off his mind, then you don't know either Shell or the army of people ready to turn on Brooks the way they turned on Kerry Collins. Brooks needed to show just what he did Friday night, and other than catching a bit of stick for kneeling three times to run out the last 1:25 of the first half, he met and exceeded expectations.
Now whether this means new expectations before the San Diego game 16 days from now is another matter. Wasting the talents of Moss and LaMont Jordan is a sin that results in fairly comprehensive punishment, and Brooks will always be on the hook for that.
But Friday, he showed for the first time a full appreciation of the weapons beside him in the huddle, and full knowledge of how to make them operational at the line of scrimmage. This may not be the season that turns around this franchise's fortunes -- the real schedule has lots of teams prepared to put the Lions to shame, even when they splurge for an overnight stay -- but there are at least possibilities now.