Another week, another loss and another Josh Cribbs flare up. Sensing a pattern, like a Ryan Pontbriand bad snap?
There is coming a point, perhaps quickly, perhaps not, where Cribbs is going to wear out his welcome with Pat Shurmur and the rest of the coaching staff. This is at least the fourth time this season where Cribbs has gone through his whole passive-aggressive approach to using the media post game under the guise of his passion for winning to bitch about not getting the damn ball.
By this point there are some very clear patterns to Cribbs and unfortunately they aren't on the field in his role as a receiver. Cribbs views himself as one of the team's few playmakers and gets aggravated when it doesn't seem to be acknowledged in that week's game plan.
The problem though is that while Cribbs is a playmaker of sorts, he's not nearly as awesome as he believes and that's just a fact. I'll give him his due as a good open field runner. I'll give him his due as the kind of player that doesn't take a play off. When he's in he gives you everything he's got.
But let's look a bit deeper.
The whole "good open field runner" thing? Almost any skill player in the NFL should be a good open field runner because it means that he isn't wading through a phalanx of tacklers in order to grind out yards. So, yea, when Cribbs gets the ball in space he can perform like about 80 other players in the league. That alone doesn't qualify him as a playmaker.
The real problem for Cribbs is that while he's skilled as a return man, he's not very skilled as a receiver nor is he a viable threat in the backfield. He has good but not great speed. He's made some good catches this season but the real bread and butter of the position lies in the ability to run good, consistent patterns and fend off defensive backs. Cribbs is just average, at best, at those key skills and while he may get better, he'll never get good enough to be anything more than the third receiver on a team that lacks depth at receiver.
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