Having my brief sanity break last Sunday and Monday, I found an opportunity (in response to a GREAT Christopher Liss column - if not a paid subscriber to Rotowire, you really should consider signing up before your next draft/auction) to examine, then articulate my answer to the age-old query: Why Do
"OW MY HEAD!"
"UGH, MY STOMACH!"
"YIKES, MY BALLS!"
These may be some of the thoughts going through Hippo's head today as he is under the weather and has requested assistance in fulfilling his weekly report to you fine folks.
Now, granted, I do not speak hillbilly although I can understand it. Thus, you
Delight of delights, the Yinzers finally ran out of dumb luck, and my Donks served as the direct beneficiaries! Much like a certain annoying JV fixture one day earlier, Denver established the run - against an aggressive but overall just mediocre defensive front seven - and stuck with it. When
Well, terrible (even by Ginger Hammer Era NFL standards) kind of ruined my enjoyment of this week, what wasn't ruined by the mediocrity of the slate.
This included the Donks WOO!! trip to Shitty Clipper-land, when an absolutely bizarre OPI call seemingly killed a potential game-winning drive. But full credit to
My head is killing me, most of the games were turds, so don't expect too much from this wrapup.
OK, maybe the Saints are the best side in footbaw, after all. What they did to the Striped Pylons (on their own, shitty turf) was just brutal. Methinks everybody on the team
Everything sucks, but nothing quite so much as Donks soon-to-be-ex-coach Vance Joseph.
Denver lost 19-17 to the 500s. OK, I can understand the result. But the how, and the complete, abject failure to learn from one's prior stupidity...I just can't even. I will be mad about this for WEEKS, and it
Sorry, I have had techincal dificil in addition to the familial bullshit of Sunday night. The shit rain, it is unceasing.
Week 8 was NFC "Prove It" Week, and we can say for certain that RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAM IT!! and the Saints are for real, and seemingly on collision course. Wait a minute,
Another week in the books, further differentiation at hand.
We definitely have a runaway leader for Superb Owl favourites, in the 7-0 RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAM IT!! crew. After playing a few close matches, LA's finest decided not to be cute and disposed of the Tomsulas with brutal efficiency. Todd Gurley continues his "even
Some weeks just shit all over you. This was one of them. Herein lies part of the week's tale.
All season long, Yinzburgh has shown their asses about Le'Veon Bell, in the most unappreciative, unsolidarity, anti-labour, Company Man way. I am sure it has made the Ginger Hammer hard enough to
Due to some general physical malaise, I am typing this in the morning. Que lastima.
What a joy it is for the sad in life (hey, LIKE ME!!) to watch a placement kicker melt down in real time. Of all people, Green Bay's Mason Crosby had his turn in the barrel
Holy Bananacakes, Batman! That was (mostly) fun, eh?
I say mostly because I swept my early afternoon #HAILGAMBLOR, with dominating $50 ATS wins by the P*ts (boo) and the Bearistocrats! (yay-ish), along with a thrilling $60 ML win by the Pylons that be Striped. But I also learned what it felt like to score
Los Angeles Rams. Kansas City Chefs. Miami LOLFins. One of these three is not like the other.
Yet all advanced to 3-0 this week, while the Minnesota Vikings got blown out at home by the historically bad Buffalo Bills. I still don't know how to comprehend, nor describe how that happened. Captain