Oh, I should mention this here; was a fun fantasy football-ish gambling thing to do that some folks might like to try next year:

Take the ten best offensive players (RB’s, WR’s, TE’s, + Cam Newton in this last one cause of all the rushing touchdowns) and put their names in a hat. Each person puts in $5, picks a name. There is a marker of some kind (in our case we used an old Mardi Gras necklace). When one of the named players scores a touchdown, their owner gets to wear the necklace. When another named player scores, the necklace gets passed on to that owner. Whoever has the necklace at the end of the game wins the money.

Hose yourselves down, cause this take is coming in HOT.

I desperately wanted Cam Newton to beat the Broncos yesterday, for both selfish (I hate the Broncos) and less selfish (it’s entertaining to hear people bitch about Cam Newton’s “classlessness”) reasons. Instead, he blew it. Not necessarily on the field – Denver’s defense was amazing and pretty much won that game single-handedly – but in the press conference, where Cam managed to validate all the bullshit the pearl-clutchers have been slinging at him all year long.

It would be one thing if, like Marshawn Lynch, Cam refused to play along with the sports press and their bullshit games. But he’s been thrilled to do the happy dance for them all year long when he was winning and wanted their attention. And yesterday, when it came time to do the sad dance, he wasn’t willing to fulfill his end of the bargain. He could have given some credit to his opponents, who sure as hell deserved it, or even just tossed off a few platitudes about how motivated he is to come back next year and try again. Instead, he turned tail and fled. Goddamnit coward.