No, not that kind of football, it’s the realer kind. Once again the NFL, looking for another buck, crosses the ocean to fleece the unwashed rubes in Londontown. When do we get a game in Gay Paree? What about Madrid? Moscow? Budapest? There are other capital cities in Europe, NFL. And they no doubt have people with money to exchange for merchandise. Garsh darn it, I’m a wee bit cynical this morning. TO THE GAME!

Ravens/Jags: It looks as though the Ravens D is back on form. They’ve given up all of ten points so far this season. They have also intercepted 8 passes-just one less than their first three wide receivers have caught in two games. These stats along with eight sacks tells me that a fair amount of pressure on Bortles and his turnover-prone ways is the key to victory for Baltimore. The Jags for their part must get rb Fournette going against an eight man front. With wr Robinson out, Jacksonville has no playmaker in the passing game. The Jags front must get to Flacco as well because according to PFF, he’s got a dreadful 25.8 rating when faced with pressure. Oof. So there you have it-two teams with miserable passing games that are determined to run the ball and muck it out hoping to win a low-scoring game that will most likely be decided by field position under what no doubt will be a dreary slate-grey sky. Still, it’s boner, ah, bonus football and it serves to make me forget about my inevitable demise. [“Goddamn, is there something in the water here?”]

Have at it, kidlings!