Call it skills. Call it swag. Call it mojo. Call it whatever you want; Chris Johnson’s got it. So many people have been quick to jump on CJ’s back this season (even I must admit to starting to get impatient), but the fact of the matter is that when he’s at his best, there are few that can touch him (Adrian Peterson would be one of few, if the only).
What we are witnessing is the re-emergence of Johnson as one of the NFL’s elite. A guy whom Gus Johnson (who is, in fact, not a racist) once described as having “run away from the cops speed!” True, he may not float as effortlessly and gazelle-like as he did a few years back, but he has finally accepted his new-found running style (a much more north/south approach) and is back to making defensive players look like senior citizens running through a molasses swamp.
Now, let’s not be too quick to just give the credit to Ole CJ. A lot has to be said for the coalescence of the offensive line, whom has finally come together in the last couple of games. Whereas before a defender in the backfield was not uncommon to Johnson, his line has been getting the push they need, and opening lanes suitable for oversized transport. In short, they’ve been bad-ass.
The haters will continue to hate, much the way rain will continue to fall from the sky, but for those of us who love our boys, we can finally hold hands and sing kumbaya while hippie chicks dance through fields of Truffula, as Chris Johnson has returned to the Tennessee Titans.