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One of the biggest disappointments of the 2010 NFL season has to be the woeful performance of the Cincinnati Bengals, who, after dropping yet another game, this time to the New Orleans Saints, have a sterling 2-10 record, strengthened by an impressive stretch of nine straight losses. With such a great showing this season, coming off a 2009 season where the Bengals won the AFC North, fans are understandably pissed off about Cincinnati’s sad return to the land of Bungles football. While some disillusioned fans direct their ire and disappointment at Carson Palmer, who’s uneven play invites such criticism, others are targeting someone who, in the mind of this writer, is much more to blame than any coach or player on the Bengals roster: owner Mike Brown.
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There was a report indicating Mike Brown’s tenure in Cleveland
might be coming to an end. The implication essentially was Brown isn’t creative enough offensively to keep LeBron happy and that a coaching change might help LeBron’s decision to stay or go after next season. It went on to say that Cleveland owner Dan Gilbert supported such a change. I’m guessing
rumblings like this had a lot to do with said rumors.
And according to Cavaliers insider, Brian Windhorst, that’s exactly what these rumblings are: rumors. Bad ones, at that.
More on Mike Brown’s fate after the jump >>
Memo to the troubled NFL star trying to stay out of trouble: Don’t try to fight your bodyguard, privately or otherwise, under Roger Goodell’s watch.
Just ask Adam “I’m not Pacman” Jones. The commissioner suspended Jones indefinitely, which adds a great deal to the
steadily growing list of problems facing everybody’s sexy choice to win the Super Bowl, the Dallas Cowboys.
So what about his boss, Jerry Jones. Is the Pacman version of Jones done in the eyes of his employer? It certainly does not look that way:
More Pacman Jones fun after the jump >>
Being a fan of the Cincinnati Bengals is never an easy proposition. The decade-long struggles, the bad draft picks, the list goes on. Occasionally however, even a moribund franchise like the Bengals can collect just enough talent to be interesting again. Such was the case when Carson Palmer, Chad “Don’t Call Me Ocho” Johnson and T.J. Houshmandzadeh came to town.
These three represented a hope that even a team like the Bengals could be relevant in the NFL again.
More Houshmandzadeh mishandling after the jump >>
