There was a time, not very long ago, when the recap was what objectively set us apart. Outside of the game being played, it was the main event. Sure, we always had – and still have – the best people, but of all the pick-up games in all the lands….we had this witty, often literary, lyrical reflection of our game to bring it all together in the aftermath. Today, it stands as a record – a chronicle of what we are and who we were, going back almost twenty years. The point being that the Recap was our most obvious distinction, amid a sea of weekend warrior pursuits. We would assemble and play our games – the good, the bad, and the ugly (mostly ugly good), and then we would sum it up, blast some guys, praise some guys, and on to the next. The Recap told us we were special (although I think Oren once sent me emails from a guy who did Recaps of a fantasy league and the guy seemed to be just like yours truly – it was scary). What I am getting at is – although I appreciate that everyone (seemingly) still wants the Recap…it is so far from what makes us special nowadays. We have started to make good on our promises. Not promises to each other exactly, but the promises of the Golden Age and the Renaissance. When we said we should do this and this and this and get together for this and this – and…..we never did any of them. We loved each other. The love was there. Sledge made us a half assed website in 2007 (and it was awesome!) and we did some filming (the records remain!), but we never lived up to our off-the-field dreams. Needless to say, things have changed. I’m not going to rehash once again our magical and miraculous run of the past few years and what guys have brought to the table, culminating with our most mind-blowing milestone to date – an event which – if broken down into its pieces – encapsulates and magnifies every stunning nuance of what Jewball is and has become. That would be our Draft Party. Forgetting the fun factor and how impressive a spectacle it was and the professionalism of all aspects – from the food to the setup to the show – one thing – for me – stood out far and away above it all. That was when Doggy and Marino and Hands pulled up and bore witness to promises fulfilled. I can’t really explain how much that means to me. Because we are living their dreams. We are benefitting purely from their loyalty and commitment to this game – before it had any bells and whistles (besides a Recap). Yes, I know many of you played for years when things weren’t this epic. When we got thrown off field after field and felt like outcasts and nomads – unwanted. Sorry, you can’t play here. Sorry, this muddy patch of grass that no one will even walk past for the next five hours is not meant for you. The emails flying on a Sunday morning trying to re-direct traffic. Leaving a guy behind to tell anyone who may show up “They are going to North Woodmere Park.” And now the Nassau County Executive is at our Draft Party as we play our 4th consecutive season on a turf field. So, I am most proud and moved by the fact that we have given our Vets a glimpse of a manifest destiny. Jebwall has become what we always thought in our hearts we were. Special. I’ve said it before, but my hope is that each of us – if we put in the work and the time – will have a home, ten, twenty years from now in Jewball. That it will continue to figure out ways to define itself and be something more than a Sunday morning game – more than a game with a sweet recap. And now, to that Recap – Week 1 of the 2021-2022 season…
The sun shone on Week 1. In so many ways. Thirty Two players poised to join in the festivities in what could have been the most anticipated Opening Day in Jewball history. Opening Day is always a thrill, but we have really never had so much possibility for greatness (see prologue). But, as is always the case, greatness and possibility are the stuff of analysts and the talking heads of Three Balls In. What happens on the field matters.
The boys gathered at our new temporary home (What could be more Jewball than another opening day testing fate on unfamiliar soil, er, turf. Hewlett High School served its role and felt a welcoming bastion in our pre-season and the good vibes continued through Opening Day. Nary a threat in site. The one tech who approached with keys a-dangling, emptied a garbage can and turned back toward the building. A good sign. May our good deeds continue to merit us good fortune.
The day starts with Feit bowing out at around 7am. The joke was that Rabin poisoned him to take over the Feit Club this season, or maybe it was Yaron to just get the 8am start. Either way, he needed a replacement and Yaron grabbed it. Feit, feel better. I heard horse de-wormer is money. Blessed is Jewball where we can lose a star QB an hour before the game and replace him with another star QB. So Colors does not lose a step and Yaron lines up with Tabak, Sam, MK, Storm, Munch, and a super giddy Zada, who missed the entire last season. Across the way Pray returns to defend his MVP and look to repeat for the first time since Marino pulled off the trick a decade ago. In his huddle is Prime, Maor, Steveo, PJs, Singer, and Beast. I will add that the day was hot. The fans were hot. The dogs were cute. And add to that 2 proud Rooks (Pollack and Burt) staking their claim to a Jewball heritage – fighting for a spot at the line.
The story of Game 1 for the first 3 quarters was….big plays taking each team to the redzone, but no points on the board. That isn’t to say the QBs were deficient. They were…DEALING. Both Yaron and Pray looked as good as we’ve seen them. Throws were precise and with serious zip. Think Sam made the first 1st down of the season with a really nice catch slung by Yaron. Tons of beautiful passes. Just nothing to show for it. Beast and Munch were taking turns forcing the QBs to change their best laid plans. Yaron had a chance with Zada, but the kid who spent last year locked in a basement in Queens wasn’t yet up to the task. Pray twice found receivers behind the defense, but both Pray and Singer could not get enough separation to put 3 balls in. Jordan had a shot after a well-executed fake reverse but Singer tracked him down. It looked like the season would kick off a scoreless tie. But then….one of those drives ended with
Pray firing a bullet from his 19 yard line to the back of the end zone just over the outstretched arms of MK and into the awaiting mitts of his most trusted bird…PJS! Incredible all-hands grab which at the time seemed to be a game winner. With ten minutes left on the clock and Yaron facing an opening day L, everyone got a little more serious perhaps. In crunch time, Yaron found a way to score – going to his man Storm on a pretty out route. Stat! Count It! Yaron was really confident yesterday. He basically knew that his arm was capable of getting the football through the tiniest of windows. Defenders could not catch up to it. Each team took the ball one last time, but neither scored. So…not a 0-0 tie, but a tie nonetheless…no Jewball (for PJs).
Game 2 had no last minute cancellations. And also had 2 venerable, impressive Rooks fighting for Jewball relevance. Welcome Benjy and Bentzy (nicknames to follow…probably). Game 2 did not have the scoring dysfunction that plagued Game 1. Yaron stepped to the plate again (yes, Mighty! I know that’s baseball!!!), this time with his team consisting of Dobs, Salem, Jordan, Logan, Rabin, and Mighty. He faced off against Gronk debuting with Daveo, Kut, Tom, Goldberg, Ross, and Ivry in supporting roles. Good to see the sophomores out there! (Even though Ivry should have caught one per the dude walking the track in a headset he borrowed from PJs)
Yaron took ball first and was unceremoniously picked by Ross straight away. A rough start, but nothing like Gronk’s, The man who just drafted like a genius seemed confused and rusty in his first few sets. It did not last, but the first half belonged to Yaron. Riding the phenomenal hands and elusive legs of Mighty to gain yards and first downs, the third drive was capped by a SCINTILATING over the top TD pass to Logan in right corner. Dark up 1-0. With Gronk continuing to struggle (no completions until late in the 2nd quarter – and Mighty picking him twice) Yaron stayed on point. Yaron called Jordan’s number on the next drive allowing the Commish to run an out and up that was successfully hauled in for 47 yard. A few plays later (and, yes, after a Jordan sure-TD drop!) Yaron went back to Jordan and this time it was caught for the score. Gronk got the ball back and threw a completion! I think it was to Kut! Yaron – being very generous to this Recap writer – called an out and up again (Daveo bit on the first one and Bentzy fared no better) and Jordan broke free for his second TD of the game (honorable mention to Ross for telling me I started my celebration at the 5). At this point Gronk was awake. Colors never had an issue with men being open. They were open from go. Dark was a mess on defense. With Yaron, Jordan, and Rabin playing…well…old and busted – a lot of work was left to Salem, Dobs, Logan, and Mighty. They were doing their best covering up for the miscues, but it was just a lot of deficit to deal with. The only saving grace was Gronk preferring to throw the ball at Beast’s girl’s head than his receiver. Once Gronk figured out his mechanics, Dark was sitting ducks. He began to effortlessly pick the defense part. Same play. Same play. Same play. Ivry or Jack in motion. Goldberg flashing over the middle short. Tom and Kut sneaking out over the middle deep. Jack and Ivry drawing the corners. It spelled trouble. The only question was could Yaron score again and could the clock run out on Gronk and co.
Same play included an option to run and Gronk has perfected the slow motion spin move which makes the flags disappear in a hypnotic way. Logan would say just tackle him. But, Logan, you try tackling someone while hypnotized! Same play included Goldberg pushing Benjy back 2 yards 4 times during a 10 yard run. The result though was back to back scores. One a TD pass to Tom and then a dance and bull rush by Gronk.
At this point the day was scalding. It felt very No Mas out there. We don’t take water breaks (and this idiot brought hot coffee) but it felt like hydration would have been wise. It was the kind of game where you had to give yourself a pep talk to move when the QB said hike. One person who stepped up late in the game after an otherwise quiet day on offense (though adding 2 sacks – must be the new muscle he packed on) was Dobs. When it mattered most – when Dark needed a score to gain some breathing room (and breathing was not easy late in that game) – Dobs had that extra which made the difference. Fighting through defenders and establishing position in the middle of the field, he pulled in a rocket from Yaron and split the defense in the process. All were too tired to chase. Dark takes a 4-2 lead. Because why should anyone get a break – physical or mental – on a 75 degree day, Gronk comes right back and scores, once again to Tom just resting in the middle of the field. After a stop, Colors had a chance to tie the game and push into OT, but mercifully Rabin pulled Gronk’s flag at the 5 yard line on a 4th and long to ice Week 1. A victory for Yaron and a Jewball for Bron. He played like the King.
Who wants week….:)
I’ll be sending the new sign up format – now

Our first ever Jewball Draft was a smashing success!! Details and teams will be posted, but below is the video of the live draft, courtesy of PJs and Daveo who were brilliant:

JEWBALL 2021-2022 SCHEDULE
9/23/21 – DRAFT SUKKOS PARTY BY RABIN
10/3/21 – WEEK 1
10/10/21 – WEEK 2
10/17/21 – WEEK 3
10/24/21 – WEEK 4
10/31/21 – WEEK 5
11/7/21 – WEEK 6
11/14/21 – WEEK 7
11/21/21 – WEEK 8
11/28/21 – WEEK 9
12/5/21 – WEEK 10
12/12/21 – WEEK 11
12/19/21 – WEEK 12
12/26/21 – WEEK 13
1/2/22 – WEEK 14
1/9/22 – WEEK 15
1/16/22 – WEEK 16
1/23/22 – WEEK 17
1/30/22 – WEEK 18
2/6/22 – WEEK 19 – VETS ROOKS
2/13/22 – WEEK 20
2/20/22 – POSTPONED GAME 1
2/27/22 – POSTPONED GAME 2
3/6/22 – LEAGUE PLAYOFFS
3/13/22 – LEAGUE CHAMPIONSHIP

Yes it’s really happening. No awards. No stats. Just trees and ballers.

Schedule for tonight:
8pm – you are still home
830 – nerds show up
845 – Daf Yomi taught by Klink prior to smoking
9pm – cool kids show up
930pm – maariv
945pm – Daf with Klink while wrecked
10pm – Salem hits the dance floor
1005 pm – Singer and Munch are shirtless
1030 pm – Steveo and Prime start rapping for 4 hours straight
1047pm – B-sh curses out police
11pm – Dobs offers sexual favors to Kut for just one more burger
1108pm – Gronk shows up with 5 drunk girls. One of them is Laura Curran.
1130 pm – E, B-sh and Beast brawl out over based way to cook a steak
Midnight – Yaron starts crying and confessing everything
12:24 am – MK messages asking if we are still on?
1225 am – we tell him yes
1226 am – Legs messages what time?

I never associated the Jewball season with Passover. Passover is spring. Jewball is winter. We’ve wrapped up around Purim a number of times. This year is different. A combination of League Playoffs pushing us into a post-season era and Passover coming on exceptionally early in the calendar year. And here we are. Recapping the season that was on the doorstep of a holiday that – more than any other – is about storytelling. What is a seder if not a recap of the Exdous. And just as a great seder is meant to make those in attendance feel like they were there (are there), a great recap brings it all flooding back. The moments that made our hearts leap, or broke our spirits, or moved us to scream our lungs out. But there is another connection. Passover reminds us that a great recap is not just for those who are part of the story or even those telling the story. It is just as much about to whom the story is told and to whom the story will be told. In other words, it’s about the continuity of an unbreakable chain.
We recap a season when it comes to an end, but I imagine this season recap being inserted as a link, connecting last year to the year before, and so on, all the way back to the unwritten recaps that flicker and dance in the mind of the Oracle when he drives by a patch of grass with cones set up. But when I imagine this chain, it is not horizontal – in a linear plain from past to present. It runs vertically, from foundation to future. Because each season builds on the last. There is no Silver Age without the Bronze. No Gold without the Silver. And so on and so on, until we reach our current era. We call this era The Revolution, but The Revelation would be just as apt. And I say that we are always building on prior seasons because I feel that it is no coincidence that this era was immediately preceded by The Dark Ages. I can’t explain why that is. Why we needed to suffer through the brink of extinction to arrive at our unprecedented level of success. It just happens to also be a very Passover sentiment. To appreciate a narrative arc where we start with disgrace and degradation – and we end with glory. From shame to salvation.
Hakaras Hatov first. Jewball stands on the shoulders of those who played before us, but this current era is built mainly on the work of Yaron. From the recruiting, to the on field talent, to his chat game, to the jerseys, website, stats, set up, awards, and League – hate on him all you want (seriously, we encourage it), but at the end of the day – Jewball is his world – we are just playing in it. Thank you, Dr. Bron.
It’s rare that I get to recap a season without recapping the final game of the season as well. I mean, I guess I can recap the League Playoffs. I didn’t see the semi of 193 v. Feit Club, but….we all know what happened. UPSET. The winless 4 seed knocked off the best team in the League. How? Why? I don’t care what anyone says – the reason is – Yaron is good. Sting looked like he decided to stop the drops and catch everything. Flash is a game changer. And football. It’s an Any Given Sunday sport. Meanwhile, another “upset” was brewing on Field 2. That would be the 3 seed Birds of Pray beating the 2 seed Ass Men soundly. Ass Men were turning the ball over and could not put up points. Truth is, Ass Men have not had their sh** together in a while. The defense could only hold off the very talented Birds for so long. In the finals, 193 put up a fight, but the Birds were unstoppable on this day. And, honestly, as much as I love every player and every team in this League….the Birds are like the most likeable team ever. Even without Wilmer and Zada there, you just had this squad loaded with talent and personality. Honestly, it’s like a team of Muppets. A bunch of zany Muppets who can dominate you in football. That’s the Birds of Pray. Vegh lead the way with 3 scores and 2 picks taking Finals MVP honors, but Legs was everywhere, Dobs pulls flags like a fiend, PJs is a strategizing savant, Goldberg is the enforcer, Prime is a killer, Salem we will get to, and Pray is the crescendo of this symphony.
Final note on the League is that it was a success. Not perfect. Not beloved by all. But it was a success and it should be back. It was just one of the many surreal aspects of this season that made it the Dream Season. Before we get to that….let’s not forget that we started this week on the turf and then moved to the grass and then almost got thrown off the grass. One phone call from Rabin and games were back on. So, although Bin could not perform on the field this week, he performed spectacularly off of it. Thank you, Rabin. For taking care of us on Sunday. Personally, when I thought my injury was a career ender. And really just for being the guy that connects us all to the roots of this game.
So, the Dream Season. I admit, I’ve been on a bit of what would seem like a marketing binge. Two seasons ago, The Miracle Season, last year the Magical – this year…the Dream. But, Jewball has never been one to self-promote. We entertain ourselves, sure. But we grow organically. The names…just happened. I’m not going to repeat myself – not only because I expressed it better in a prior recap, but also because we all lived it. We all recognize with eyes wide open what a dreamlike experience the past six months have been.
I have said the following many times. If you go back to the earliest of Jewball Chronicles, you will find this idea: Jewball attracts the best people. BUT Jewball can only survive with good football. While, I believe some in our history valued Jewball primarily for the social element, and even questioned when it was too “serious” or “competitive” and called such qualities anti-Jewball….I will always vehemently disagree. And, I’d like to use this season – The Dream Season – to make my point.
When the football is great, everything follows. Again – When the football – the action on the field, the commitment to quality and performance and accomplishments in the physical, visceral realm – is high caliber….everything else falls into place. This was my 21st Season of Jewball. Maybe it was Rabin’s 26th. No one can argue that there was ever a season where more talent showed up for us. I mean, guys! Take a step back for a second. Think about what we are purely in terms of a talent pool. At every position. It’s not even arguable. Is there room to improve?! Of course! And that’s the best part! I guarantee you that there is not one player reading this who doesn’t think they can do better next year than they did this past season. And…I bet they are right. So, although we have never had more talent and our talent has never played better….we are still not at our peak. How f****ing awesome!
I still need to finish the point – and that is….BECAUSE the football was there – the essence (the IKAR) of Jewball was completely handled…..we were given the space and grace to become so much more. To do more charity, become closer; to tap into something eternal that we always knew was there in theory, but we never fully explored to its potential. And there is more room – we can and will venture to do more – push those limits – but the Dream Season was like no other. I’m 43 so I have every right and reason to be sentimental without pretense – I am talking about the looking out for one another and the sharing of smachot – highs and lows – and the bbq in the snow, sushi, donuts, champagne, the poppers….ALL THAT plays out BECAUSE we brought our A games on the field this year.
There is nothing that recaps all that more than how we rallied for Sophia Salem. Her battle is not over –BH it has gone well – but we stick with it. I don’t want to talk about Salem here because – honestly – he’s pretty forgettable. That’s just a running joke….Salem has proven himself to be as committed as they come. Yes, he is a skilled player and an excellent teammate, but – like the rest of the Birds – he represents the best of us in all dimensions of humanity that matter. Now, we stepped up for Sophia – not because it was Salem specifically – but because it was one of our own. Period! That’s all that mattered. One of us. A Veteran, a Rookie, a religion, a race, an age….the category doesn’t factor. We know a Jewballer when we see one. The heart sees the heart. Connects to it. And that’s it. Whether you played in 2005 or 2021. You are a Jewballer. You are my brother. I rally for you. Listen, I hope we never again have the kinds of tests of the brotherhood that we had this year. Sophia was not the only focus of our prayers – it was a tough and scary year – and my hope (and belief!) is that we have so many great things ahead as the football only gets better, and the rest follows.
What does lie ahead though? Why am I so bullish on Jewball’s future? Well, I once again look at our League Champions. The Birds of Pray. Listen, you never know when a Jewballer will just up and disappear from the scene. We have seen it a hundred times. A few seasons and gone forever. But I look at the Birds roster and I see youth and loyalty and a hunger for Jewball. I see In Both. In All. And I see that in no shinier an example than their captain, Sholom “Pray” Prager. He well knows….I was skeptical at the beginning. I’d seen the flashy QB who could outrun everyone (usually due to youth) dozens of times. Sure, they have an arm….but that doesn’t make them a QB. He came into the league last year on fire, making the previously invincible Yaron seem mortal. It was jarring for us, and certainly for Yaron. But – and he claims it was due to some kind of broken hand – he fell off in the second half. The arm strength wasn’t there. The picks came. I honestly wasn’t sure if he was a QB or a WR.
But the summer came and went and Corona numbers went down and it seemed that we would have a Jewball season. The kid shows up to Rabin’s sukkah and just pounds like 8 bags of wings. Rabin’s wife starts planning his Bar Mitzvah, and the rest is history. Listen, I don’t love young/old jokes – as Beast always say – we don’t talk about age (because then we think about it)….we just play until we can’t. But, I still need to give Pray credit for being a leader beyond his years.
Do I even need to get to the numbers? Forget leading his team to the League Championship. That is an accomplishment outside of this particular equation. He accumulated 3 Jewballs this season (could have been more, but it was getting silly how dominant he was). Above that….Leads Jewball in TDs thrown and rushing TDs. And if you think he only produces on one side of the ball….he also has the most interceptions and P6s. And if all this were not enough….ughhhh…..he is an extremely humble, hard-working, fair and honest person…..who somehow is also passionate about the game and highly competitive. At the risk of over-effusiveness and creating an ego where there seems to be none – if Rabin and I created a Jewball MVP in a lab (or made a deal with the devil) so as to give Jewball a long-term bright future – the result would look like Pray. Pray, it is with both awe and gratitude that I present to you – by the powers invested in me as Recap writer – the Jewball 2020-2021 Season MVP. I see many more of these in your future, with God’s help. Amen.
My final message to you all will never waver. It is always the same as it should be and as it must be. It is the message to myself for the past 20 years. Stay in shape. Get in better shape. Let Jewball motivate your decisions. Let Jewball guide you when it comes to your health, but also your lifestyle. Ask yourself – what would my fellow Jewballers think if I did this? If it’s bad for you….don’t do it! If we would be impressed…take a pic and share it!!! : ) Remember that Jewball is for life. And to live a Jewball life…to be back – as we said – better than ever – it takes work, and discipline, and planning, and focus. I challenge you all to show up next September in BEAST MODE!
(I hesitate now…because I know what comes next….the finality of it)
Jewballers, you have made me so proud this past year. I can’t believe I am zocheh to be counted as one of you, let alone in a leadership position. Coming back to the seder….Dayenu that I should have witnessed the snow game followed by the BBQ. Dayenu that I was around for just this one season as a sub. Dayenu to have played during The Revolution. But, to have been a Commissioner of this incredible, holy, brilliant, extraordinary assemblage of individuals for about 15 years in total……I don’t even know what to say…or think….or believe.
There is selfless giving in this life and there is selfish giving. The former is a lot harder than the latter. We are supposed to train ourselves in the former. The latter comes naturally. My love for Jewball and all of you who join this family comes naturally to me. Maybe it always has…and maybe that’s why I’m still here. Meaning, my giving to this league – whether it be the setting things up for many years, or teams, or recaps, or even expenses – it is completely selfish. I cannot imagine life without Jewball. How dreary and empty it must be. What could possibly replace it in all its multifaceted magnificence?  The answer is glaring: Nothing. Nothing can replace Jewball. And because of that – and I don’t care if you are 20 and think you will be young forever or 50 and been there done that – WE HAVE TO ALWAYS APPRECIATE EVERY GAME. Every morning we wake up and can drive somewhere in this cold, angry, stupid world and get on a field with our fellow Jewballers and play this game. My brothers, we start this ride up again in about six months. Until then, In Jewball We Trust.

Congratulations to the Birds of Pray on winning the first Jewbowl and becoming the JEWBALL LEAGUE SEASON 1 CHAMPIONS!

Semifinals:

Birds of Pray def. Assmen 4 – 1

193 def. Feit Club 5 – 4

Finals:

Birds of Pray def. 193 5 – 3

Congratulations on the end of the 2020-2021 DREAM season! Votes are in and congrats to all the finalists. Official MVP announcement will be made in Jordan’s final recap

POLL RESULTS

JEWBALL MVP – Prager

OPOY – Prager

DPOY – Kuti

ROTY – Feit

Most Improved Player – Storm

Jewball is in limbo. As the Dream Season has concluded, we have arrived at a moment without finality or resolution. Why? Because the Dream Season is never quite real. It remains an elusive, almost phantom sequence of events that have linked the sun-drenched days of September to now…somehow connecting us – one game at a time – to the present. An elegant (not random!) series of moments – some so extraordinarily beautiful that our hearts could explode in awe and appreciation – creating an unbreakable chain. So here we are. A Week 20 Recap. But….I’m not an emotional wreck just yet. Because the Dream Season is a season of firsts. Should I talk about them? I should….but I won’t. How could I not? This is the Week 20 Recap! The SEASON RECAP! Where we celebrate the highs and lows and regret none of it except that all things must end. Even the best and sweetest of things. But this is not the Season Recap, this is just the Week 20 Recap. Because for the first time in our proud Jewball history – we are not done after Week 20. We have a postseason to play. We have a League Champion to crown. Will it be the talented misfits of Feit Club? The grizzled and gritty Ass Men? The under-the-radar-flying Birds of Pray? Or the hard luck and winless 193? We shall see…3/21 we regroup and see our brothers once again. So, today is not a day for heartbreak. Sure, it’s troubling that another season has come and gone – and what a remarkable season it has been…BUT…we talk about all that another day. Today, we just recap a game.
The games were played back on the turf. The first non-tackle game in what felt like a month. Gronk had been out of this game for at least a month. The early game was locked in once again with a Pray v. Feit affair and the back and forth rivalry swung this once and final time to its origin – with Feit besting Pray. The final was 2-0, Feit on top. He rode his FC crew to the W, dishing TDs to Mighty and Beast. I didn’t see much of the game but I did see Mighty make some sick grabs that reminded me what a dominant player that kid is. On the other side….not much. I know Singer and Beast are now out with Covid, so….feel better guys. Good time to get it : ) We have 2 more weeks until the playoffs.
Game 2 was Rabin v. Yaron. Even though Pray was on the field, Rabin – a man who played with the Oracle and is still battling – gets the start, to prove himself once again. In fact, he and Yaron – both starters – had moments this season that looked like they were done for the season, if not for their careers (I’d add myself to that list, but Kut will kiiiillll me). But, naaah. There they were. Each had been back for a few games. Showing once again that Jewballers don’t just overcome obstacles this season – we transcend them.
I have to be careful with this recap. Rabin won the game 4-2. I want to explain more or less what happened while not trying to make Yaron think he was that bad or Rabin think he was that good. The fact is, Yaron made a lot of mistakes. Rabin made very few. Both QBs actually threw a nice ball on Sunday. Both QBs though seemed to be throwing to the same team – Rabin’s. Rabin did a good job picking on the weakness in Yaron’s defense – which happened to be our being undersized. He moved the ball very well with the big handsy target that is Jack Ross. When it came to scoring TDs, he mixed it up. Got one to Eddie. One to Pray as well on what seemed like a broken play and a hail mary. Regardless, he had Solo and O to protect and lead block, and Rabin looked like he is ready to take the Ass Men to the Promised Land (AMEN!) Yaron was down 4-0 before he could catch his breath. Was there a dropped TD pass by Taaaabbbaaaaak early on? Yes. Maybe a late one to Prime that slipped through his hands after Beast ran interference? Could be. But the story of the day was Yaron’s inability to complete a productive drive without turning the ball over. Pray picked him 3 times, one of them for a P6. Beast got him as well. And PJS picked one at the 5, setting up Rabin for any easy score. The momentum was just always broken by a pick. We can look at the positives of any performance, but in terms of Ws and Ls, Yaron did not give his team a chance in this one.
Will he bounce back for the 193 in a few weeks when we play our first post-season game ever in Jewball history? It remains to be seen. For now, I am troubled that I send this recap off without a sign up to follow, but also take solace in the reassurance that the Dream Season is not over.