I had a long weekend. Not only did I take Monday off as usual for my post-Grey Cup recovery but I also took Friday off for no good reason and thus had no good reason to curtail my enjoyment of the burning dumb-water during Thursday’s game.

Which is to say I don’t remember any of these games clearly but I did make some rather questionable notes during the games. Houston CB Johnathan Joseph (is that spelling really necessary, Mrs. Joseph? It couldn’t have helped him in any way at any time) at 35 years old made a big play in the 4th quarter against Hilton on the sideline with Indy pressing. Aikman made a good point that “we” (being the media eggheads I guess) celebrate Brady, Brees, etc for playing well at their advanced ages but corner is far more demanding physically. And those whippersnappers at receiver call you gramps after every catch.

Will it be Watt or Hopkins the Texans trade to Seattle next year for Jaron Brown and a 5th? They’ve handed over two pro bowlers already and I don’t think coach/GM B.O. is getting savvy anytime soon. 

As I predicted in the exclusive bye week update, the Seahawks handled the Eagles on the road and won their 5th straight against Philadelphia. Even with Wilson clearly off (Lockett’s injury was certainly part of that) they shut down Wentz and whoever was left on the Eagles’ offence, only giving up a TD with twenty seconds left in a 17-9 win. Wilson threw a great long scoring pass on a flea flicker and Penny showed some nice burst on a 58 yard TD run, playing more after Chris Carson refused to hold onto the football yet again. Fortunately, Wentz just had to out-do him in the fumble department.

My nephew has never lived through a Seahawks loss to his father’s team. He may never. I can see us now, leaping and gyrating in triumph, cheering the 15th straight win. Nephew has grown. He is enormous. It will be our tradition. The fancy wine and whisky of litrecola’s will have been drunk and spilled, unappreciated. We will have akvavit and herring. I will be loud. Deci will be loud. Litre will hate it. We will enjoy it more with every passing year. 

On Monday night the Rams just got bulldozed and gashed on big runs all night, leading Booger to basically call them a soft team on more than one occasion. 

What else was going to happen? The Rams are indeed playing soft, their QB is a dullard and they can’t block anyone this year. Aaron Donald was double teamed all game I don’t remember seeing him make a play. It’s going to take a real calamity of a game for anyone to beat Baltimore the rest of the year. Either a complete rotten pumpkin of an effort or a big pile of turnovers is the only recipe for cooking that goose. 

I did not cook goose for Sunday’s Grey Cup. Instead: beef on a bun with red jalapeños, bell peppers, and provolone cheese on Portuguese rolls. A chef I am certainly not but it worked out pretty well and made the Bombers win that much sweeter. Later, it just burned my innards but still well worth it. 

Since I know no one can get enough of local novice league curling updates, I have an account to tell of this Friday’s matchup. After a few pitchers in the upstairs lounge while admiring the waitstaff, my team played last year’s first-half season champions. They scored one with the hammer in the first end and stole another in the second. It was looking grim. Fortunately our side got a bead on the fast ice and put up 3 in the third to take the lead. We would not look back. After a blank fourth we stole two more as our opponents continued to struggle with their weight. And not a Richard Simmons kind of struggle. At this point, the other team just stopped sweeping altogether and we were able to coast to another pair in the sixth and final end for a decisive 7-2 triumph. Then back upstairs for a few more Steam Whistles and we all went home fat and happy with our shining 4-2 record. 

And that’s all the news I was fit enough to remember to report this weekend. Cheers to your Thanksgiving, Americans. I will be enjoying it as well and possibly more so since there will be no family gatherings involved.