Thinking Out Loud

The NFL season is, in and of itself, a small data sample. Just sixteen games over seventeen weeks. A key injury in week three can destroy a team’s chances to make the playoffs; a blown call in the 4^th quarter, a pass slips through a receiver’s hands into the waiting arms of a defensive back who takes it in for the winning score, a potential game-winning field goal hits the upright and falls harmlessly to the ground. All of a sudden, 10-6-0 is 7-9-0 and your fans are reenacting Act III of Oedipus Rex. That’s right; a tie is like kissing your sister and finishing out of the playoffs is like having sex with your mother.

Sorry, Bills’ fans.

Almost There

So much to play for, so little time.

Breakfast with Glenn and Steve - Late for the End of the World

The booths in The Good Egg are lacquered hard wood without cushions or covers.  The tabletops are Formica edged with brushed metal.  Plastic salt and pepper shakers flank a bowl of creamers and a small, rectangular plastic container with disheveled white, yellow, pink and blue packets of sweeteners sits on every table.  The walls are dotted with watercolor seascapes featuring lighthouses or ships under sail.  Three friends occupy a booth near the back.  They consider their menus as their fresh coffee cools in large ceramic mugs.

The Next Game Matters More than the Last Until it Doesn't

It’s been said there’s no such thing as a meaningless game to those playing the game.

Well, until midway through the second quarter and you’re down by 21 points and you remember you’re 4-10 and so far away from the playoffs you can’t even see its tail lights.

For the Kids

Sometimes I find myself wondering, what the fuck is wrong with us, anyway?

Just Football

Sometimes, we just need to forget everything but football.

Destiny Whispers

The day to day world is desperate enough without the holidays. But then the holidays come around. People you didn’t know existed are cutting you off for a parking space. Seriously, where did all these people come from? I never see them in April or August. Are they time travelers from the future? Tourists from Canada who think of New England as “south of the border?” Alien beings masquerading as Toyotas? The entire state of Colorado, all of whom are horribly, horribly lost? Why do they call them “holidays” anyway? You’re telling me this isn’t work?

Are Pro Pigskins Crazy or is it Just Me?

So, crazy weekend, huh?

Groupthink is a Bitch When You're on a Team of Losers

It’s amazing watching a game turn. What is it about some teams? You just knew the Chargers would find a way to cough up a 10 point lead – and their still beating hearts – at home against the Ravens. The Chargers were a 4^th and 29 away from winning and keeping their faint playoff hopes alive. Think about that. 4^th and 29 and they couldn’t tackle Ray Rice until it was too late. Hilarious, really. Because we all saw it coming, didn’t we?