Yes, I’m not the chairman of the Matt Schaub fan club. That said, the blame for Sunday’s Seahawk shibacle spreads well beyond the starting quarterback.
His interception to Richard Sherman was indeed an ugly throw after an even uglier decision. Still, the Seahawks never should have been in position to tie the game with one score in the closing minutes of regulation.
As explained during Wednesday’s PFT Live, plenty of other cooks had a spoon in this ultimately rancid vat of six-bean chili.
How about running back Arian Foster? With the Texans leading 20-3 and driving early in the third quarter, Foster dropped a short pass from Schaub that would have been/should have been a first down in Seattle territory — and would have fueled/could have fueled another score that would have pushed the lead to 23-3 or 27-3.
Later in the quarter, running back Ben Tate failed to secure the ball, had it punched out from behind, and gave possession to Seattle deep in Houston’s end of the field. Though the defense stiffened, the Seahawks managed to trim the margin from 17 points to 14 with a field goal.
Speaking of the defense, it did the unspeakable to start the fourth quarter. With Seattle pinned against its goal line to start the final 15 minutes and still down 15, Wade Phillips’ vaunted 3-4 surrendered 99 yards over the next 13 plays. The end result? A one-score game.
It was back-and-forth from that point forward, until Schaub’s blunder(s). But it simply shouldn’t have come down to Schaub making (or not making) the throw that was returned for a touchdown.
And while it’s on Schaub for throwing the ball, Richard Sherman’s comments make it clear that there was an error in coaching. The Texans allowed themselves to become too predictable, permitting Sherman to pounce.
Regardless, it’s not all Schaub’s fault. Even though everyone in Houston not part of the Texans organization seems to think it is.
At least his first chance to put last Sunday behind him will come on the road, without fans booing him inside the building, roasting marshmallows over his smoldering jersey outside it, or drowning their post-game sorrows with a pick-six burger.