Pigskin Inevitabilities

Sometimes, it just writes itself.

Or maybe it just seems that way. Still, there seems to be fewer certainties in life than the inevitability of the Baltimore Ravens having a psychotic pigskin break at the least opportune moment. 

What's that? 

You don't believe in fate? 

I'm guessing you don't live in Detroit. 

Pigskin Fatalities

Sometimes it's hard not to believe in fate.

Am I right, Cowboys fans? 

Pigskin Inevitabilies

The question remains: Will Brock Purdy ever lose?

Yeah, probably next Sunday. 

But…

What if he doesn't?

Pigskin Next

Wild Card Weekend was certainly entertaining even if there weren't that many surprises.

Sorry. I just can't call that Giants win an "upset."

And really, did anyone trust the Chargers? Even when they were winning by 27 points? Yeah. That's going to take hours, if not years, of therapy to get over.

But enough of that; it's so last week. We're on to the Divisional Round!

My Pigskin Wild Card Wish List

My pigskin playoff wish list?

Lots of points and no major injuries. 

I like to keep it simple.

Hey, chicks aren't the only gender that digs the long ball.

Football Happens

Am I the guy who said it would be hard for Sunday to top Saturday in the NFL playoffs?

Yeah. I was wrong about that.

Fate Is The Punter

Yeah. That's right. They still call it football.

Pigskin Mourning in America

Well, that really hurt.

And I think the Bills just scored another touchdown.

Dogs

The Patriots will be underdogs for as long as they last in the playoffs. (No, I am not paid to provide these trenchant, pigskin insights. You're welcome.) Maybe that's a good thing. Remember when New England was playing with that "2-4 mentality?" Come on. You remember. It was just a month ago…

Sometimes When You Lose You Win

We're on to the playoffs!

Cliff or Cliffhanger

I feel like I've spent the last two weeks with my pigskin head in a vise. And every day it got a quarter turn tighter…

Untrue To Form

Jets games never seem to go true to form. Let's just say that while I would never wish injury on anyone, I'm glad Josh McCown won't be playing this Sunday. I know. Josh McCown? Trust me on this one. With the man who literally defines the term "journeyman" under center, an ugly, grind it out, weather definitely a factor 20-17 Patriots' loss at home to the Jets would be a very real possibility.

Which begs the question: How did Don Belichick arrange to have McCown's hand broken in a game where the Patriots weren't even playing?

Who Can Beat The Patriots?

Pigskin pundits and bobbleheads have Patriots Fatigue. They are desperate seeking a team that can take down the Patriots before they win yet another Lombardi Trophy. It reminds me of that line from "Thunder Road."

...praying in vain for a savior to rise from these streets...

Well?

Sunday Morning Coffee and Contemplations

Coffee. And bagels with cream cheese. It's a good start.

Wishful Things

Look, I'll take the W however it comes. But last week's game took a lot out of me. It was a five vodkas game. My liver could really use a blowout this Sunday.

Let's start with...

Locker Room Talk

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Do Your Job... Better

Last night, the worst possible thing happened for whoever the Patriots play next.

Bullet Dodged

Watching the post-game pressers, I thought, "Is there another coach in the NFL who'd be as pissed off as Bill Belichick obviously was after winning a playoff game 34-16?"

No. The answer is no.

Keep Grinding

This can't be good news for the Houston Texans. It seems Bill Belichick, Tom Brady and the Patriots refuse to take the Texans lightly.

So much for the element of surprise, I guess.

If You're Crazy Would You Know You're Crazy?

If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting a different result then, well, I was crazy to want to see the Patriots face the Giants in the Super Bowl, wasn't I?

Ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah! Phew! That was pretty crazy.

Well, one less thing to worry about, I guess.

But enough talk about my mental competence or Super Bowls.

We're on to Houston!

The team, not the city.