As many of you may know, I was originally extremely supportive of Carson Palmer during the 2010 season.
While many sectors of Bengal Nation was ready to chase number nine out of town on a rail, I considered such talk plain lunacy. Blogs and message boards throughout the internet openly debated whether Palmer had lost his fastball and his mojo. They pointed to stats that showed a career-high 20 picks, many of which were returned for touchdowns, and at least 3 of which led directly to losses. They pointed out that dozens of other passes were almost intercepted, that passes seemed to sail high and hang in the air, and that despite being armed with a bevy of talented receivers, he could not take the offense out of their doldrums.
Meanwhile, I argued for calm. The man has a Heisman trophy after all, and led one of the most potent offenses in the league just a few years earlier. I pointed out that quarterbacks don’t even hit their prime until their post-30 years, and after suffering through David Klingler, Akili Smith, Neil O’Donnell, Jeff Blake, and Scott Mitchell, maybe fans should appreciate the devil you know.
I now humbly ask you for your kind forgiveness. I was wrong.
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