Jeff Saturday pretending to be an NFL head coach is trash. Despite the fact everyone just about everywhere thought he would be a failure, no one imagined it would be this bad. It got even worse a day after the Indianapolis Colts meekly fell to the New York Giants when the former offensive lineman complained about Kayvon Thibodeaux celebrating after a sack.
For starters, Thibodeaux admitted after the game that he didn’t know Colts quarterback Nick Foles was injured during the play. The rookie added he wouldn’t have celebrated had he realized. This seemed like nothing more than an honest mistake which everyone could move on from. Except for one man.
The 1-6 head coach went on a rant calling the celebration trash. Seriously? Your team lost 38-10. You seem to have no clue what’s going on. But none of that is important. Let’s instead complain about what the other, and much better, team is doing.
Thibodeaux celebrating after a sack isn’t trash. Jeff Saturday pretending to be an NFL head coach is trash. The man who had no business being hired in the first place seems laser focused on proving just what an incompetent tool he really is.
Forget about the historic blown lead or the Colts quitting on him time and time again. Jeff Saturday is a massive phony. It was something easy to see during his time on ESPN. Of course, everyone on the network is basically posing as a character at this point.
That speech at his introductory press conference was far more telling. The entire diatribe oozes fakeness. How does playing football make you qualified to lead anyone? Who cares that you watched great players back in the day? I can watch Lady Gaga teach a Masterclass on singing. It won’t give me the ability to lead other singers.
A lot of football players are not only dumb, but full of hubris. Look no further than Drew Brees babbling on about Jesus while promoting sins. Ultimately, something about this situation in Indianapolis is especially ridiculous. Jeff Saturday pretending to be an NFL head coach is trash. Good riddance to bad rubbish.
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