When last I saw the Falcons, they were soggy and sad. It was two weeks ago in Foxborough, and nothing much had gone right. The Patriots had run the ball and thrown the ball and hogged the ball, and the Falcons had done none of the above.
But now, two given Sundays later, the Birds are about to play again. They’re in San Francisco, and I’m at home in Vinings Estates. But, through the magic of the ol’ cathode-ray tube, I plan to monitor all developments and comment thereupon. And I welcome you to join the fun, such as it might be.
I’m thinking the Falcons win. I’m thinking they’ll put both the lessons learned in New England and the subsequent bye week to good use. I’m thinking the 49ers might well be 3-1, but they’re not really in the Falcons’ league. (I’m speaking competitively; as we know, both clubs hold franchises in something called the NFL.) I’m thinking it’ll be 24-17 Birds.
But I have, as we know, been wrong before, and I confess up top that I’m not in tiptop shape. Team AJC arrived back at the Courtyard Inn in Tifton, Ga., at 3:56 a.m. this morning after the epic saga in Tallahassee, and I’m working on maybe 5 1/2 hours sleep. (This counts a short nap after arrival back at Vinings Estates.) So if I say Bobby Bowden when I mean Mike Smith, cut me some sleep-deprived slack.
And you are, as ever, welcome to join me as I attempt again to make sense of something. I know I failed miserably in last night’s live chat. I’ll endeavor to do better today, but I make no promises.