I’ll admit it; I honk this cat hard. Part of me doesn’t even want to mention this. I’d probably be better off going with the soft roll out…keep it under the radar. But I can’t help myself. Because he can’t help himself! I’m talking about one Bob Sanders…the “Human Missile” who is coming out of the silo for the first time this season and is pointed at unsuspecting suckers and fools who are about to get smoked.
Colts’ head coach Jim Caldwell says “we anticipate he will be able to do something for us on Sunday.” And I anticipate a chump getting knocked out and someone talking noise about it. I anticipate a kill shot being delivered. Either to the Rams, one of his own guys ,or to himself!
That’s the thing…and that’s why I hate to even bring it up. Because the league’s most violent cat, pound-for-pound, only knows one way…all out! He’s not looking to tackle cats…he’s looking to knock them out. Unfortunately, that sort of blunt force trauma often leads to collateral damage. And even worse, he often can’t get out of his own blast radius. Which, is why we haven’t seen him yet this year!
But there’s nothing you can do about it. You can’t bubble wrap Bob Sanders. Or dial him down. Or tell him to be less violent. He couldn’t switch from missiles to guns even if he wanted to. He doesn’t know how! And that’s what makes him so feared and dangerous. That’s what made him the defensive player of the year two seasons ago. And that’s what makes me so nervous. Because if he hits he field, someone’s getting hurt. Definitely the other guy! And maybe him as well!
This time though…I’m not going to sweat it. It’s all gravy now. I’m just going to enjoy him smoking fools while I can. Because with Sanders, there’s never ever telling how long it will last. Have at it! Light ‘em up, ‘B’.
