It really is this simple: Josh McCown is not Lovie Smith’s kind of quarterback. He really isn’t.
Oh, Lovie sang hosannas over McCown — a guy he cut in Chicago — as if he was the second coming of Roger Staubach. Anyone with a sober mind and a sense of history thought this was a hard sell, you know, that car was only driven by an old lady who took it to church once a week. (more…)