But after the unit was revamped last week with a new approach in preparation, a new play-caller in Zac Taylor and a balanced philosophy for running and passing, the unit scored only one touchdown.
One.
That’s the reason it was curious hearing left tackle Branden Albert dismiss that lowly output. Albert is among the best at his position because he tirelessly hones and perfects his craft, but he seemed to accept a one-touchdown performance as good enough.
“We won the game. We got a W,” he said, interrupting questions about the modest production. “That’s all that matters. As long as we win games, I don’t care what we do. We kept getting W’s on the board, I don’t care if we call a pass. We won.”
Albert knows better. Of course it matters what his unit does because what happened Sunday — getting shut out in three of four quarters, passing for 86 measly yards, punting nine times — is a recipe for one improbable afternoon of happiness and a season of misery.
