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Gregg Williams is done

Listening to the Gregg Williams audio to his players the
night before they played San Francisco put an emotional
charge into me and filled me with a darkness only Edgar
Allen Poe could understand. I haven’t felt that melancholy
in a long, long time.

The man is good at what he does…or did. Most likely, Gregg
Williams will never coach in the NFL again.

Pregame speeches before games are stuff of legend. From
Knute Rockne’s “hit ‘em high, hit ‘em low, fight, fight,
fight” speech to Jim Hanifan’s “I want 45 Rambos out there
tonight,” pregame speeches (Saturday night or Sunday)
serve a very important purpose: they set the tone for a
game. And that’s exactly what Gregg Williams did.

Before I continue, I have a confession: I played the game
of football wanting to damage my opponent. Although I
never once thought of injuring my sworn enemy, I wanted to
hurt him. As a football player, after a big hit, it
doesn’t get much better than stepping over your opponent
when he’s wheezing on the ground with the taste of blood
in your mouth. This was the best thing about the game:
tapping into the primal side we all possess.

But I never wanted to injure my opponent. I had too much
respect for him. And this is where Gregg Williams and his
pregame speech went awry.

I have heard fire and brimstone speeches that would make
Andrew Dice Clay blush. I have heard coaches lose it and
witnessed coaches lose their minds and say vile things
about the other team and what we were going to do to them;
and I was the first to second the motion. When it comes to
being physical on the gridiron, I have heard coaches speak
the unspeakable, mention the unmentionable and vow under
moon and sky how we were going to brutalize our opponent.

But this was different, wasn’t it Mr. Williams?

Gregg Williams made it personal. He called players by name
and mentioned body parts and specific injuries such as the
ACL, the head (concussion) and ankles. Gregg Williams’
message became caustic and unique only when he started
speaking about players and injuries. Players…injuries…

And this is where my emotions get the best of me and my
pride swells. Suddenly, I am no longer fat and 49; through
some miracle of memory I am transported back to a time
when I was young, capable, determined. Hearing Gregg
Williams get specific about players and the injuries they
were playing with filled me with rage.

Who is this tough guy? Who is this man that played at
Northeast Missouri State University? Who is this man from
the Craven Clan that ordered his players to try and injure
their bloodsport brothers? Who is this…coward? What price
has he paid?

Edgar Allen Poe once said “there can be no true genius
without a touch of madness.” Gregg Williams has been
called a genius, a defensive mind without equal. Maybe Poe
was right, maybe not, but the commissioner of the NFL
cares little about the cause of Gregg Williams’ madness.
It’s the affect Roger Goodell is most concerned about.

And that’s why there’s a raven perched above Gregg
Williams’ chamber door.

Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”