Definitely more real than we thought. I had played a dozen games in the trials with the Bills, Steelers, one with the Raiders in Play Now mode, etc.
Last night I fired up a Connected Franchise as Oakland, and skipped through a couple preseason games to get to the Jets game in week 1. I noticed no MJD in the backfield, and found out he tore an achilles and was out for the year. Great. I threw 3 picks with Schaub, couldn't run at all (who knew Coples was such a beast at defending the run??!!? Couldn't ever get anything to the right side...), passes were off the mark, and I was down 16-7 in the 3rd quarter.
I finally strung together a few decent drives and forced some turnovers by Geno Smith to get back to 17-16, and then 20-16. I had a clutch "drive" that started at their 25 yard line after another Geno pick, and ended up winning 27-16--a game that seemed to indicate a more convincing victory than it was, against that stifling Jets defense
My reward for that was seeing what J.J. Watt and Jadeveon Clowney were like as compared to Coples--and it didn't help that Arian Foster was in beast mode. I drove calmly down for a TD on the opening possession, sticking to runs right up the gut to avoid any sort of blown-up-in-the-backfield stuff.
Then the Texans got the ball.
For one play, at least. Arian Foster broke 3 tackles, hurdled a guy, and raced 80 yards on the first play from scrimmage for a tying TD. Their possession lasted all of 15 seconds. I got the ball back, threw my first pick, and watched them quickly jump to a 14-7 lead. To make a long story short, this sort of stuff has happened to me many times in Madden in the past, but I find ways to battle through it and pull out victories. I don't believe in that "Madden screw" really, because I've never felt like there was no way out of the mess I'd find myself in.
That was before Watt and Clowney blew me up for 4 fumbles in my next few possessions, my running game couldn't get anywhere, and their offense could do anything with impunity. I actually rage-quit the game nearing halftime, down
41-7. Never seen anything like that in my life.
As if to rub it in my face, I was already intimidated and frozen with fear on what play to call to try to do anything. Then I actually saw Brooks Reed jump on McFadden's back as he was going down, and ride him like a horse. And, I sh*t you not--sat there for a minute, looking like he was jawing to the back of his head. Then he SAT UP, and TOOK A SWING WITH A RIGHT HOOK to the back of his helmet! McFadden's helmet actually shook like it had the impact, and THEN Reed stuffed his face in the dirt as he used him to get up by resting on his helmet!!!
I was actually angry, yelling for fake refs and wondering what the hell I'd done to deserve this nightmare. Then I thought it must be fairly realistic, because Oakland is dogsh*t in the game, too.
Then I remembered I have an off switch and went to bed to rest my battered and bruised vagina, because I obviously had one.