By Joel Warner
By Michael Roberts
By Alan Prendergast
By Michael Roberts
By Michael Roberts
By Amber Taufen
By Patricia Calhoun
By William Breathes
Pile your bowl high with Flutie Flakes and get a load of this. Among the thirty National Football League quarterbacks who held starting jobs at the beginning of September, eighteen are, for one reason or another, out of the picture right now. In San Diego, errant Washington State rookie Ryan Leaf, owner of the worst rating in the game, has found a well-earned spot on the bench. Enter someone called Craig Whelihan. Elvis Grbac, who had returned from a dislocated shoulder last month, is suffering anew in Kansas City from a bad case of loudmouth complicated by galloping incompetence. Enter Rich Gannon.
In one disastrous Sunday afternoon, the powerful Minnesota Vikings lost both ends of their simmering quarterback controversy, Randall Cunningham and Brad Johnson, to injuries. Miraculously, Cunningham returned to the helm six days after knee surgery. In New Orleans, coach Mike Ditka Sunday used his eighth starting QB in 24 games, dating back to last year. Name five of them and win a plate of crawfish etouffee.
Here in Denver (in case you haven't heard) John Elway's perfectionist farewell tour has been periodically interrupted by a sprung hamstring, an aching back and, most recently, barbecued ribs. The legend has almost 50,000 yards on him, and all the moving parts seem to be wearing out at once.
Enter Mister Brister!
Meanwhile, of the twelve original NFL starters still standing in week eleven, only six play for teams with winning records. Here's to you, Messrs. Marino, Brunell, Stewart, McNair, Favre and Chandler. But please watch yourselves. You never know when you'll inhale anthrax on the way home from practice. Or get fatally sacked by a grocery cart. Or wind up spending the rest of the year in an interrogation room with Special Prosecutor Bart Starr.
If, on the first day of the season, the guy on the next barstool had told you that after eleven weeks the AFC's leading passer would be well-traveled Vinny Testaverde, who displaced Glenn Foley as the New York Jets starter, and that Grbac would rank sixteenth, you would have gently taken his beer away from him and called Yellow Cab. If the guy had further insisted that, after ten games, Green Bay sharpshooter Brett Favre would lead his conference only in interceptions, with sixteen, or that someone named Charlie Batch, displacing Scott Mitchell, would wind up at the helm of the Detroit Lions, you might have summoned the boys with the straitjackets.
Can it be that Kordell Stewart, Pittsburgh's beloved "Slash," has been loudly booed this year at Three Rivers Stadium? Impossible. How about 44-year-old Steve DeBerg, who hadn't played in five years, starting a game for the Atlanta Falcons? Never. And what of the Kerry Collins affair? Can the first-round draft choice on whom the hopes of the Carolina Panthers rode really have announced to his coach last month that, no, he really wasn't interested in starting anymore? Can it also be that Collins, quickly unloaded to the New Orleans Saints, would pop up a few weeks later on a drunken-driving beef in the very city he left in disgrace?
The astonishments of football at the highest level continue apace. Using Elway and Brister in unlikely tandem, coach Mike Shanahan has nailed together a perfect 10-0 start. Using (and using, and using) the beleaguered rookie quarterback Peyton Manning, Indianapolis has managed 2-8. The kid threw eleven interceptions in losing his first four games, but they say he's learning; unfortunately, neither hangnail nor flu nor concussion has given him a break from the dismal proceedings of his club.
Here's a name for you: Donald Hollas. In scenic Oakland, California, Hollas took up the slack for injured Jeff George on October 4 and won three straight games for the Raiders, who at 7-3 remain Denver's closest pursuer in the tough AFC West. And how about that Neil O'Donnell, who replaced starter Jeff Blake in Cincinnati this year? O'Donnell's defense-poor Bengals have a gruesome 2-8 record this year, but as of last week he was the fourth-ranked quarterback in the AFC, trailing only Testaverde, Elway and the Jacksonville Jaguars' sturdy young gun, Mark Brunell. Consider the afternoon of November 1: It took another patented Elway drive late in the fourth quarter to put away O'Donnell and the Bengals 33-26.
It doesn't much matter whether the hapless Washington Redskins start Trent Green or Gus Frerotte, or whether Philadelphia's flightless Eagles go with Bobby Hoying or Rodney Peete: Both clubs are in quarterback hell this year. So are the semi-dreadful 3-7 St. Louis Rams, who have pinned their hopes on Tony "can't take it to the" Banks. He's thrown more passes this year than anyone but Manning and San Francisco's Steve Young, but he's got only six touchdown strikes--as opposed to eleven interceptions.
The collapse of the highly touted Kansas City Chiefs--Denver's Monday-night win at K.C. means they've lost five straight and are headed into oblivion--can be largely attributed to a Swiss-cheese run defense, lousy special teams and a coach who has a knack for panic. But the aforementioned Mr. Grbac hasn't helped matters much. He ripped some of his teammates after losing to Pittsburgh on October 26, and the Chiefs haven't been the same since. After throwing three interceptions to the Jets November 1 and losing in Seattle the next Sunday, Marty Schottenheimer sent Elvis off to the Heartbreak Hotel for a lie-down. May as well put out the Do Not Disturb sign and keep ordering from room service.