The BMW X3 and NFL Week 7
After four years, I just saw my old 2010 BMW X3. I don't have any love for the car, but I owned it for about 8 years where it served as my "winter car". If you get down to brass tacks, it was actually my "dog car". When you have two basset hounds that need to be ferried around, you need to accept the fact that they are going to make one of your cars filled with shedded fur and smell like old fritos. My old bassets Monty and Ryver had so many health issues the last few years of their lives that I must have driven them once a week to a vet as I siphoned off all money for a new "winter car" into basset care. I added it up one time and over the last few years, I spent $21,000 on those dogs (and would do so again). I loved those bassets.
The car had 160,000 miles on it when I got rid of it. I had crested the point with an old car when you stop making major repairs and start to look for the "good enough" solutions to problems. By the time I was ready to purchase my next car, that BMW needed a new drive shaft, complete brake job, four new tires, new windshield, muffler, and exhaust pipes. I remember my mechanic telling me, "I think you can keep it on the road for another 3 months, but I wouldn't drive it further than one uber ride away." As I was driving back and forth from the vet mostly, I limped through the 2022 holiday season before trying to see what I could get for it as part of another new used car deal. Enter Leo...
We were talking in the van about my finally looking around for a new used car (a 2015 Audi Q5 with 70,000 miles on it during that bleak post covid period when used cars were insanely inflated). I had a dealer that must have made a killing on his previous deal offer me something like $1500 for the BMW to be part of the deal. I'm telling you, that BMW was essentially scrap at that point. Leo, hearing this, asked if I would sell him the car instead. I told him "That's a terrible idea. I cannot stress to you how fucked up this car is. You don't want any part of it.". I still remember him telling me "All I know is I am going to be really mad if you don't sell me that car." Events had taken on a life of their own.
He had owned a BMW X3 some years earlier, purchased as he purchases most things, by randomly walking into someone selling it. I distinctly remember telling him not to buy a BMW with more than 100,000 miles on it unless he was ready to pay $1500 in the least opportune times. Every single BMW repair costs $1500 even if it's a wiper blade replacement or side view mirror repair. It just doesn't seem to matter. If you own a BMW, the sweet spot is miles 10,000-50,000. There are a few repairs that come like clockwork at 60,000, and then you can cruise to 100,000. After that, it's caveat emptor. Leo waved away this foreboding warning sort of like when someone in a children's story is scolded not to go into the haunted woods at night. He went skipping in singing a nursery rhyme oblivious to the dangers ahead.
That car began to give him problems almost immediately. I cannot stress to you enough how fucked up it was. If it was a horse, you would have shot it out of mercy. He must have been behind the wheel for about 30 days when he picked me up for some reason. I remember when he started the car the dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree, a sea of twinkling red lights. As a guy that owned 8 BMWs over the years, I recognized that if they have a warning light go off, it's not advice. It's "you better take care of this fucking problem or we are going to seize up on you when you are 72 miles from your house." That is, of course, exactly what happened. That particular X3 was towed at some point to his old work helper's house where I believe it was briefly started again until the engine seized up and was sold for scrap. RIP.
Having this past experience did not deter Leo from buying yet another BMW X3 with high mileage, in this case mine with 160,000 hard, hard miles. I sold it to him for whatever that trade in offer was and took a few hundred off for mercy. It was, perhaps, the worst used car anyone could have purchased with the exception of my father's famous "Hooligan" he owned for a brief period in the mid 1970s. Leo gave it over to his friend, a mechanic that specializes in repairing BMWs, that put in a new drive shaft, did the brakes, and maybe the windshield? I don't remember all the details, but Leo felt confident enough to allow his wife to drive it to Florida. This is a feat I would place alongside Charles Limbaugh's transcontinental flight as an accomplishment of pure daring. Shortly afterwards the car broke down again.
I heard legends that the car occasionally ran again in short spurts. I think that engine seized up too. If I can offer up a guess as to how that happened I would imagine that it was ignoring some Xmas tree lights on the dash combined with the fact that the car was tired. So so tired. This is when the story took a turn and I learned that Leo had decided to drop a new engine into the car. I can't understand the logic of doing that. As I had mentioned, I had driven around with basset hounds in that car for almost a decade and about three years prior to getting rid of it abandoned almost all care of the interior. This is not a gorgeous one-of-a-kind vehicle with some slight engine issues. It's a beat to shit 16 year old car with almost 200,000 miles on it. I would have to think that if you added up his initial purchase price, the primary repair costs, tows, cost of tires, and now the new engine installation we would be talking about the purchase price of an X3 with about 100,000 less miles and undoubtedly better condition interior. But, Leo is gonna do what Leo is gonna do. There is no stopping it, much as you cannot stop a river flowing or the moon rising in the sky. It's happening.
On Tuesday I was driving over to Hector's to practice. We are dialing in about 11 new songs for a new record, so we were all eager to get going. My phone rang with a call from Leo, which was odd as he's not much of a phone guy. "Hey buddy." This alerted me to the fact something was wrong. I don't get a "buddy" unless there is an issue. A "Hey G!" greeting means something of much less significance. He told me he was broken down on the Cedar off ramp and asked if I could give him a jump. I wasn't sure why his battery would quit while he was driving, but I said I was on my way and figured I'd assess the situation once I got there. When I arrived, I saw it. Holy shit. It was my old X3 after all these years, broken down, just like the last time I had seen it a few years ago. He had tried to jump it to no avail, and decided to push it off to the side of the road and "deal with it tomorrow". I thought he should have towed it then and there, but he assured me that "he had a guy". Uh oh.
As far as I know, that old BMW is still sitting there on the off ramp. I think it is a testament to man's desire to see a dream through, no matter how unlikely that it is to come true. We all knew that this project would probably end in great failure, but sometimes you just have to try. There is something to be said for that kind of stubborn resolve to just see it through, fighting against headwinds so strong it would knock down a lesser man. I could identify with that. I too have that stubborn streak and I am going to put it on display by once again getting involved in a wager involving the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The Bucs are my 2010 BMW X3.
I am going to once again get involved with a Tampa game despite being 0-3 in calling them this year. That piece of shit rookie QB tossed that game killing INT last week just like I had feared that he would, so the good news for Bucs fans is Baker Mayfield appears to be coming back this week. Mayfield, who dislocated his thumb on his non-throwing hand, is no stranger to playing hurt. I saw that guy playing hero ball and blowing games for a full year while a healthy Case Keenum stood on the sidelines cashing checks. With Mayfield it's never clear if he wants to play as some sort of macho posturing or if he is more worried about not getting enough attention. It might be a combination of both. Tampa is a staggering 1-14 ATS in their last 15 games. I don't think I have ever seen that with an NFL team, and I lived through the 1-15/0-16 Cleveland Browns era. Carolina has covered three of the last four times they have played Tampa, are at home, and appears to be a much, much better team than Tampa. Carolina -2.5
I'm doing it. I'm on the Raiders. I think we might be in that time period where the public refuses to release their preseason notions on the Rams being some kind of superteam. The Rams are a friggen mess. They have Davante AND Puca out this week. Myles is still out with Aaron Donald looking like a guy that just came out of retirement. Stafford suddenly looks old (as can so often happen to NFL QBs, see Manning, Peyton and Brees, Drew for reference). The Raiders have fallen back out of favor with the public after going from 3-0 to 3-3 in three quick weeks, but let's put it into context. The Raiders lost to the Bills, Patriots, and Chiefs- three AFC Playoff teams. None of us think the Raiders are a playoff team, but it looks like they have ascended to be one of those teams that loses close games at the end by 3 or scores meaningless backdoor covers with cheap TD passes with no time on the clock. The Rams have two wins this year. Arizona and the Giants. They definitely "need" this game, but the Raiders at home with points? Why not. Raiders +4.5
The Browns v Tennessee game is perhaps the least anticipated game of the 2026 season. The Browns offense sucks (28th), but the Titans sucks worse (31st). Watson will fire passes into the dirt for three quarters but with Cam Ward, I don't even think that he knows where it is going. Neither team can run the ball in the best of scenarios, and both defenses are pretty good. I am on the UNDER as the only way I can imagine this going over is if the special teams score or Ward tosses a pick 6. This game should be essentially unwatchable, so thank God I will have a stake in it to keep me somewhat attentive. Cleveland/Tennessee UNDER 38.5
Current record: 9-10



