I am liking everything I am hearing from Ashburn about Jim Zorn. It would be easy to say that he is a wet-behind-the-ears rookie head coach whose almost-to-a-fault honesty can be compared to the aw-shucks naivete of Steve Spurrier.
Ladies and gentlemen, there is no comparison. Steve Spurrier looked at the Redskins as a test lab for his mad scientist-like fun and gun, let the D-linemen and linebackers knock the crap out of Patrick Ramsey offense (I think Patrick Ramsey flinches every time he hears the name Spurrier). Spurrier might have been able to send five wideouts deep and run up the score on Vanderbilt but was in way over his head in the NFL and it showed.
On the other hand, Jim Zorn knows the National Football League. I grew up watching him (the one or two times we got Seahawk games in DC). He, Steve Largent and coach Jack Patera (brother of pro wrestler and Olympian Ken Patera) was all I knew about the Seattle Seahawks as a kid. He was a more than competent QB who became a more than competent QB coach that, last time I checked, help his QB (Matt Hasselbeck) get to the Super Bowl, somewhere that our Burgundy and Gold warriors haven't sniffed of since a Cyrus named Billy Ray, not Miley Ray, had a number one hit (remember Achy Breaky Heart?).
