Showing posts with label NFL Playoffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NFL Playoffs. Show all posts

Monday, January 15, 2007

The agony of defeat

I guess I just have a super soft spot for those suffering from the agony of defeat. Awwwww. Especially if they're kinda cute!



I definitely know the feeling of doing all you can do and still not getting the prize in the end. I admire that athletes push it aside and, similar to salesman, come back for another round of it again and again.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Bookends

So my division playoff weekend started with one former hometown losing and ended with another former hometown winning. And my winning and losing picks came down to the skill of the Kickers.

It was as balanced as you can get in a truly uneven season.

Losing out on the plasma TV is worth a Patriots win. Particularly if they stop the C@!#$ next week.

Overall great tight games this weekend that kept me on the edge of my chair, yelling at the TV, and beseeching the pigskin muse for just a little extra assistance.

He speaks volumes for B-more fans


Devastation photo featured in the Washington Post.

F is for football frustration and the Foot

Considering the Platinum Foot, also known as the Patriots' former phenomenal clutch kicker, put on the board every point the C@!#$ scored, I guess Peyton Manning no longer considers Kickers idiots.

I, however, am left wondering if the Patriots are the idiots for letting such a priceless resource walk to, of all teams, that one.

Fond Vinatieri Memories


Jan. 19, 2002
Pats 16, Raiders 13


And ones I'd really rather forget
Feb. 1, 2004
Pats 32, Panthers 29

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Here's the kicker

My Pats haven't even played a down yet, and they might have caused me to lose already. Simply by sending Adam Vinatieri to the C@!#$.
Go Ravens!


Ravens, you owe it to the fans to crush those lowdown, sneakin' out in the middle of the night, history-stealin' C@!#$!

Movin' on

Down, but not out.

It's time for me to put my scarlet and gray disappointment to rest (until the draft) and focus on my favorite league--the NFL.

Division Playoffs. Considering the recent Monday Meltdown, you'd think I would forget about the picks, statistics, the spreads and just do a George K.
Do everything the opposite of what I'd normally do.

Here's my picks:

Baltimore Ravens
New Orleans Saints
Chicago Bears
San Diego Chargers

In general, I really hate to pick against any of my former hometowns (sorry Pats) but the possibility of winning that oh-so tacky, American-sized plasma TV is way too tempting. I wouldn't blame them if they won just to spite me.

Ladies, was it me or did anyone else just want to give Romo the biggest bear hug (and more) after that nightmarish fumble? He looked like Charlie Brown after Lucy yanks the ball away. If your celebrity gals don't appreciate you, Tony, just come to North Cacalackey for comfort.

It was an awesome attempt on your part to pick it up and run it to clean up the mess. Whole different headline if that would have worked.