Roy Willams is a little off track from Mike Martz’s preseason prediction of 70-80 catches. At the current pace, he’ll need to pull in 5 catches and 73 yards per game over the last 13 games to get to 70 catches and 1000 yards. I’m not holding my breath either. He says all the right things, like about the Packers game:
“It (the Packers game) was my fault. Put it on me, especially the touchdown. I have strong enough hands, especially with the contact that I got. It was a great hit by him, but I still have to hold onto that ball. The four balls that I got, I should have caught them.”
It comes off a pretty condescending, don’t ya think? But if you listen to Williams, he’s bound to heat up:
“I’m good to play, it’s just sitting on the sidelines sometimes, especially in the Chicago weather where it’s chilly, not as hot … I just have to keep that thing warm,” Williams said. “That’s why I get on the bike.
“It’s holding me back a little bit. It’s not 100 percent, I mean it’s just Week 3 of this thing. But it’s a lot better than what it was. I’ll be good to go.”
You think it’s chilly here in Chicago? Last Sunday?!?!? Game time temperature was a very seasonable 61 degrees for a late September late afternoon game. If you think it’s “chilly” now, just wait until December.
Hey Roy, excuses are like assholes; everyone’s got one and they all stink. Much like you and the rest of the Bears’ receiving corps.
Roy’s start has Mike Martz changing his tune too:
“I think the combination of him and Johnny [Knox], when you look at the opener when they were both healthy and really going, that’s pretty good. That’s what you would want at that position. That position combined, 90 catches maybe and a whole lot of yards, and between the two of them, that’s certainly a possibility.”
My buddy Deez has an interesting take on that part of the story. Check it out. By the time November rolls around, maybe Martz will hope his entire receiving corp will combine for 50 or 60 catches. Or maybe someone will be looking for a new job. I just hope it’s not too late for the Bears before someone comes to their senses.