Overall, Week 15 provided decent action, but the announcing was terrible--at least judging from Sunday’s open threads and the brief time I spent turning off the TV's close captioning. It will get worse: the playoff picture clears, more games will be meaningless, and the broadcasts will shift from angles to
Author: Don T
Mute ‘Em: Week 15 Music Guide
Tuesday Open Thread: Luck, Conscientious Objectors, and Panamanian Punk
Andrew Luck is out at least two weeks for a lacerated kidney (via all the Internet). Matt Hasselbeck Fantasy Owners now dominate the straw man population of sports scolds everywhere. Because the non-Colts AFC South fan contingent might as well not exist. Well, Texans fans cheered when Matt Schaub got injured
Curtains For Whiz
Titans Take A Bye Atop Their Division – Preview Update
Yeah, they are 1-2, same as the other AFC South teams, and the title is technically incorrect if you factor in division and conference record. So temper your Titans fever accordingly, world. The win at Tampa felt too easy to appreciate. Jameis Winston was just terrible, and Mariota threw mostly quick
NFL Divorcee Week 3: Hell At Its Freshest
On a Sunday afternoon, I'm sorry: using the sofa requires pants. Even if all friends, family, neighbors, coworkers, deliverymen, acquaintances, and Jehovah’s Witnesses always call before coming, why should only a layer of frayed cotton separate furniture from testicles? Brad's stand was not wearing pants, so we compromised on a
NFL Widow Braces for Week 2
The start of the NFL season puts me at the end of a tunnel looking for a light, wishing that it were a train that will run me over. I shouldn’t say that. My kids need me. Last Thursday Mom was coming over to use my computer. Thank God she got
It’s the Tennessee Titans: 2015 Preview, Screw You
Enemy Of My Enemy: Honchos On Brady Decision
At a Washington DC office with Rooms to Go couches and light yellow walls with pictures of socialist ideologues scattered among Hall of Famers. A phone rings: Camille: NFLPA headquarters this is Camille how may I—sir. Sir! Mr. Goodell! Via Very Smart Brothas Roger Goodell: Dee. DEE!!!! Goes to door, looks at numbers