With all the talk and attention being focused on North, Pearson, and Malone with good reason, I want to talk about the semi-forgotten man, one Jason Croom. In the justified hype of North, and wild with expectations for Pearson, Malone, Croom is rarely mentioned. Hes a monster of a WR who at season end was showing progress. It continued during spring practice. When the Butch unleashes this monster man, with North and/or Pearson at the other end, well. . . .
I was working in the lab, late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab, began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
Six foot-five, 235 pounds of bone and muscle, this son-of-gun is going hit like sixteen tons. Now, imagine a single tackler way out in the lonesome field away from line of scrimmage, trying to drag down this horror after a catch. Woe to any caught all alone with him out there after a catch. And if it head on, bash wont be the word, but mash will.
He did the mash, he did the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
He did the mash, it caught on in a flash
He did the mash, he did the monster mash
Hes had a year under belt and to get his routing running right. As he said, hes been focusing on using his body more effectively. Only natural because his body is a natural weapon. I fully expect to see opponent defenders doing what happened with Jarnell Stokes. They will just bounce off that monstrous frame. The beauty is that teams wont be able to key on him due to the other monsters we have in North, Malone and Pearson. Defenders time and again will have to go one on one with these guys. And this is why we will finally see the real Jason Croom, but our opponents will call him Doom. My apologies, Victor, Lord of Latveria.
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolfman,
Dracula, and his son
And of course we got a second tier supporting cast in Carter, Blanc, Smith, Wharton, Helm, and Johnson. All who can take advantage of a tired and whipped bunch of cornerbacks and safeties. Perhaps damaged as well from bouncing off and having the witlessness to be truck mashed by the Croom they call Doom.
The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, 'The Crypt-Kicker Five'
Jason Croom will be semi-forgotten no more. Take it away, Bobby:
They played the mash, they played the monster mash
The monster mash, it was a graveyard smash
They played the mash, it caught on in a flash
They played the mash, they played the monster mash