Hey there, folks that like hanging out while watching the football! Hope that your Thanksgiving is going well and that you were exposed to family members for just the right amount of time. (strangling Aunt Lucy for her political views results in very hushed conversation at the dinner table later on) Best to mail her a pipe bomb a few months down the road when everyone has forgotten your expletive-soaked rejoinder to that tired old sack of hatred. Sure she makes a killer tater tot casserole but her view that Bolivians trying to cross into the U.S. should be crucified on telephone poles is as puzzling as it is disgusting.

TO THE GAME!

Potato Skins/Cowfolk:

Here you are, the cream of the crop in the mighty NFC East. Washington sits atop the standings just one game up on the Dallas squadoo. Both are looking behind their backs (as is most of the league) at the hard-charging 3-7 New York Giants. No matter. The Cowboys are grateful that wr Amari Cooper is donning their jersey. Why not have a ‘name’ guy catch 3 balls for 36 yards instead of some practice squad-er at a tenth of the cost. Old Double J does fancy himself as the guy that’s way smarter than you and that catch rate of 50% that Cooper had last year? 50% is a great return on any investment, he’ll tell you what. Because Mr. Smith wanted to challenge bone repair surgeons with their most complex case to date, a young Colt gets a chance behind center for the Potato Skins. He’s been around for 10 years? But what about this narrative I just thought up? Gotdamn it!

As Andy Reid likes to say, ‘save some gravy for me’.