Disturbing Appearances and NFL Week 15

 

“Do you know who that is?”  I stared at the skeletal woman with massive amounts of plastic surgery that had an appearance that ceased to be identifiably human.  She was like some sort of animatron from a 1970s movie about “The Future” or like an early attempt at some rubber sex doll, lifeless and creepy.  Her eyes were sunken into her head but were the only feature that betrayed that this thing was indeed alive.  “That’s Kelly Osbourne”.  Jesus.  Wasn’t she a round faced bratty teenage girl just a few years ago?  Why does she look like a senior citizen version of Angelina Jolie’s skeleton now?  I don’t know.  It’s a fashion I guess?

The preponderance of “Mar A Lago Face” is a real momentary cultural glitch.  Every day on the news I see this army of mid-market looking TV weather girls with exaggerated lips, eyes and cheekbones with hair extensions that are allegedly the Directors Of Very Important Departments.  This is a weird time in history when clearly incompetent government officials are in their jobs because the 80 year old CEO of the USA thinks plastic surgery disaster chicks are hot.  The rest of us are just extras in this movie.  It’s a tough break to be sent to some Salvadorian gulag because the old weather gal from FOX-TV in Tulsa decided that you were an Enemy Of The State.  Meanwhile, we are all expected to take moon faced looking hate robots like Laura Loomer seriously because some dork that stumbled into being a Congressman in Indiana believes she can keep his flabby ass in that Congress seat.  Can we stop pretending that these freaks are legitimate human beings?    

It hit me the other day that these odd looking people are modern versions of the Court of Versailles.  Instead of pancake makeup and fake moles pasted on, you have billionaire wives like Susan Dell willingly transforming themselves into looking like wooden puppets because that’s what everyone else is doing in her social circle.  If you don’t look like a surprised Mr. Potato Head, that signifies you aren’t a player in The Big Game.  I think this is all a riff on that annoying Baby Boomer trait of pretending that they aren’t aging, forever young, as if we need to all embrace the willing suspension of disbelief that Paul McCartney still has a full head of boyish brown hair and Donald Trump is an active athletic fella with a healthy looking tan despite the fact they were both around while Hitler was alive and full of his suddenly re-popular ideas.  History is just a loop that goes around and around and around.

History is getting ready to repeat again as New England plays Buffalo in December for the AFC East title.  Buffalo somehow managed to milk a mere three years of post-Brady bliss as undisputed AFC East kings before Bob Kraft assembled a good team again.  If you question Bob Kraft’s skill as an executive, just remember that he got caught on film at a strip plaza massage parlor getting a handjob, and no one remembers it at all.  Poof.  He made that disappear during the height of the Me Too movement while that Aziz Ansari comedian guy had a date that went south and never worked again.  Bob Kraft gets things done.

The Patriots are still lurking in that spot where the public hasn’t completely bought in.  They’ve won 10 games in a row, an amazing accomplishment in the NFL despite the fact it seems like they only play the Browns, Jets and Titans every week.  Hey, a win is a win though.  While they beat Buffalo earlier this year, it is widely accepted that Buffalo is the better team.  I don’t know if that’s true.  I have no idea who the better team is really as Buffalo has plenty of warts and imperfections (unlike Susan Dell).  History does tend to repeat though.  This has all the makings of one of those Josh Allen games where he decides to take the entire game onto his shoulders and will try to pass, run, and maybe even kick them to victory on his own.  I think this game is a back and forth scoring affair with whoever has the ball last wins.  Buffalo/New England OVER.

There are quite a few shaky as fuck QB situations this week.  The Jets are starting their third string guy.  I think his name is Brady Cook or something like that.  He looks like a college kid that is very polite to his parents’ friends.  Last week Krusty sent me a text when that guy went in saying “I’m on the wrong side on this Jets game.”  Then he sent a photo of the guy I just described with a mock local newspaper headline.  “Area youth plays in NFL game.”  It’s tough to see the Jets winning a game with an undrafted QB that is an “area youth”.  Then you consider the Colts are either starting their third stringer with his fucked up knee or tossing 44 year old actual grandfather Phillip Rivers in after a four year absence from the NFL against a vicious Seattle defense.  That can’t end well.  Or maybe if you’re feeling up to it you can toss some money on the Raiders with Kenny Pickett under center against a desperate Eagles team.  I’m toying with the idea of just doing a moneyline parlay betting against all those guys with a Seattle/Philadelphia/Jacksonville ticket.  Oddly enough, the grandpa seems like the most likely to win one of those games.  The Colts are still sorta good but just have NOBODY to play the most important position on the team.  That is a good game to bet the Taylor over on carries as they will want to keep the ball out of their QB's hands.  They might be able to hang in there if they can get the running game going despite Seattle clearly being the better team.  I'm not betting on it though unless I see Rivers is starting.  Father Time has never lost.  If I look at the "unlikely victory" column, the Jets winning in Jacksonville seems the most insane.  I feel no sense of confidence in the Jags but I have even less with the Area Youth at QB.  Jacksonville straight up has to win.  I think the second least likely team to win is the Raiders going on the road to play at 1pm in Philly with Kenny Pickett.  Is there anything in that sentence that makes you feel like the Raiders can pull an upset win?  You gotta think Philadelphia wins but somehow by less than you figured.  Seattle might make sense by tying in the Raiders where you go Seattle -7.5/Raiders +18.5.  When did Philly last beat someone by 19 points?  Dallas in 2024 I think.  That was a long, long time ago.  I suppose I'll have to wait and see what the Colts QB situation is, 3rd string guy with a knee brace and horse tranquilizers shot into his knee or 44 year old out of shape Phillip Rivers.  

The Carolina Panthers have not won a game in which they were favored for years.  While it is true they aren’t favored very often, they still are 0-11 straight up as a favorite to show you show shitty the Panthers are as an organization.  They have the Saints this week, and unlike the Browns, the Saints don’t seem like they are tanking.  They seem to think Slough might be their QB of the future, which I don’t, but as long as the Saints do that means they are playing hard and trying to make this thing work.  New Orleans is getting 1.5 at home, which makes me uneasy as I am getting ready to cash the massive season under win total bet I made on them in August, so it seems counterintuitive to sprint up to the window and say “Gimme some Saints!”.  The one thing I do like is the public narrative is “The Panthers have to win since the Bucs lost on Thursday.  This is a big game for them!”, as if that makes any difference in that piece of shit NFC South chase.  I’d like to tease the Saints up if I can find a likely partner on it.  Denver is getting points at home despite winning ten games in a row, sort of a different version of the Patriots.  I get an excellent defense at home with more than a TD and I need the fucking Panthers to be the Panthers.  Denver +8/New Orleans +7.5.

I really like the Rams this week.  The Rams are playing Detroit and the book is dangling out a 6 point spread just to lure you into betting Lions.  Here’s the thing though.  I think the Rams are the best team in the NFL, and not by a small margin.  They were good in October and they are better in December.  Detroit seems like a team who has a rapidly closing window.  All those Stafford draft picks they morphed into a core of an excellent team now have some mileage on them.  The receivers are all a step slower, the routes a little less crisp, and the offense is much less explosive.  The “we are going for it all the fucking time on 4th down!” mentality now seems reckless as opposed to aggressive.  The Eagles gave the Lions offense a beatdown, and I don’t know why the Rams can’t do the same in LA.  LA has been winning with margin for six weeks now.  This is a game where they assert their dominance and casual fans will go “Hey, the Rams are really good”.  Rams -6    

I'm heading out to Vegas this weekend, and dammit I am going to get after it and win $52,000.  I was absolute shit last week, but hey, I just had a friggen heart operation.  I'm back now baby and getting ready to be The Whale with Krusty at some piece of shit Sportsbook we have identified off strip.  Running out of time to turn this thing around! 

Bleak Current Record: 20-27        

The Path Forward and NFL Week 14

 

After an exciting week of what I guess was "recovery", I had my follow up appointment with the cardiologist who gave me the stamp of approval to "go back to whatever it was you were doing" which, though it sounds dismissive, is about the best news you could ever hear while in that position.   Honestly, it's like nothing ever happened.  I have a tiny mosquito bite scab from where they accessed my artery and that's it.  I feel like I did before but with the added benefit of not being concerned I am on the precipice of an out of the blue heart attack and death.  I am very anxious to leave medical talk behind, but feel a sense of foreboding that I have walked into a new world where I now get to compare what pills I'm on with others in my demographic.  I don't really want to be a guy that perks up when a pharmaceutical ad comes on TV.  "Hmmm Nividan... now with 40% less anal bleeding... that sounds pretty good...  Ask my doctor if Nividan is right for me you say?  Hmmmm.  I might just do that!", yet this might be my future.  

I feel like I have been on a pause for November as my Australia plan got scuttled, I haven't got any new music to fruition, and I lost weeks of wine exam study.  It's been a total bust.  This week I have been getting back on it, resuming the frivilous things I do that give me purpose.  I don't necessarily want to write a paper on viticultural strategies for addressing heat and drought, but it's good to be able to do so with a clear mind.  If you can imagine how challenging it is to stay focused on that topic in general, try doing it when in the back of your mind is the quiet voice of a sleep demon saying things like "you're going to get your chest ripped open in an operation and your current quality of life is OVER".  Suddenly your interest in what farmers are doing in Etna plummets pretty fast.

I also felt somewhat introspective over the last month and it occurred to me how trivial almost all the various dramas in our lives are.  All my devices are screaming at me "Don't miss the exciting new series streaming on some platform you've never heard of!" or "This band you've vaguely heard of is coming to town to play some kind of retread music that sounds vaguely like Seals And Crofts!"...  You better not miss this shit!  Meanwhile I'm looking at it thinking, "But I've already seen that exact shit in different wrapping paper before and I don't WANT another re-run".  I also sure as shit am not going to another sad ass 1970s band cash grab tour as skeletal 80 year old guys wearing hair pieces juiced up on ozempic  pound out songs about doing cocaine and chasing pussy all night loooo-oooo-oooo-ng.  And no, I don't want to hear about how at your job Kevin From Corporate came in and is changing the comp plan and now Brittany swears she's going to leave.  I don't give a fuck about Brittany, Kevin, the comp plan or that piece of shit corporation.  It's all bullshit.  All of it.  And I'm sick of it.

I am retreating back to what I want to do.  I am going to finish writing this next batch of songs and get whoever the hell is healthy enough on the team to wrangle together a record that I'd like to listen to if someone else put it out.  I'm right back to where I was in 1995 surrounded by uncertainty, bored by my surroundings, and ready to do something about it.  This winter has all the markings of a full on soul crushing 1979 style November to April gray skies icy pavement cold wind Siberian hellscape.  I'm going to get out of here as often as I can, and get this thing back on track ASAP.  This bleak ass winter has the potential to make people crazy in a way they forgot about, burrowed in their warm dens staring into their devices getting their brains broken by social media for a half a year.  I'm getting out of that game.

The only things that matter now are writing four more good songs, and putting together a good week of NFL wagers.  I had a GREAT week over Thanksgiving.  Had I not been chock full o' anesthesia working out of my system I would have given you winners on Green Bay, Dallas, Kent State, Mississippi and the Bears but that's all shit talk as far as you're concerned.  My Sundays have not been great, but I'm going to keep swinging.  Let's talk about maybe the biggest piece of shit football game to come along in the last half decade, Tennessee at Cleveland.  There's no way of getting around how bad Tennessee is not only on the field but organizationally.  The ownership there is like when a car dealership goes from the generation that built it over to The Kids, and because they kids were born into it they think they not only know as much as Dad did but actually wayyyyy more because of the internet or something.  Those geniuses at the Titans ran Mike Vrabel out, put Bill Callahan's kid in as head coach, and covered one game ATS from Labor Day to November.  They are 1-17 in their last 18 games straight up.  It's grim in Nashville.

The Browns are the Browns, doing Browns things from now until the end of time itself in their effort to remain Brownsy.  The Browns are 3-15 in that same 1-17 stretch Tennessee has been on.  I think you could make a logical argument that the organization tanked the game against SF last week when they Keystone Kopped that 4th and 2 on their own 30 down 10-8.  If someone can get Kevin Stefanski out of Corporate Babble for just a minute maybe he can explain why they did that one week after punting on a 4th and 2 on the Raider 29.  As Browns fans argue about Shedeur Sanders v Dillon Gabriel, sort of like arguing about if the AMC Pacer or Gremlin is the superior car, the Browns have somehow decided to revive the Zombie sex deviant Deshaun Watson and get him back into the mix too.  It's all very Browns.  The bottom line is neither the Titans or Browns can score because their offenses lack any of the components one needs to be successful, so the under is in play.  Both teams have scored more than 20 points only twice all year, almost an impossible feat in the NFL.  Tennessee has the dead last offense playing the Browns #2 ranked defense.  The Browns counter with their second to last offense run by a coach that is risk averse while operating on a directive to lose from his owners.  I see this as a game between a team that doesn't want to win versus one that can't win.  I don't see any reason to expect either team to try and put points up, something they can't do anyway, and in conditions that will be cold, snowy and windy.  Tennessee v Raiders= 30 points.  Tennessee v Texans= 29 points and 26 points.  Browns v Raiders 34 points.  Browns v Pittsburgh= 29 points.  The only outlier games are that Jets game where the Browns gave up all those special team points.  I'm going Browns/Tennessee UNDER 34.5 with a hedge of potential rookie QB big mistake Defensive TD Yes +290.  

The AFC North always comes down to Baltimore v Pittsburgh, it's just odd that it's coming together this year with both of them sort of sucking.  I don't like to bet unders because it's just not very fun hoping TDs get called back and yelling at pass interference calls.  However, this game is 1-9-1 to the over in the last 11 meetings.  On top of that you've got two injured QBs, one of which looks every day of his 62 years of age.  Rodgers wasn't very good before he broke his non-throwing hand, and he's sucked since.  5 passing TDs in November total.  Yikes.  The other side of the coin?  Teams that see Lamar twice a year tend to play Lamar very well, and his mobility is compromised.  Lamar has been trending to run just in Big Games the team is facing.  Before Lamar got hurt, he ran for 70 yards against Buffalo, 48 yards against KC.  Now with the hole they dug themselves, every game is a Big Game and Lamar has run for 10, 11 and 27 yards in his last three games.  On top of that he has one (1) passing TD in November.  This feels like one of those rock fight games.  Pittsburgh/Balt UNDER 43.    

Speaking of teams that suck, let's talk Saints.  I think we can all agree the Saints have seen enough from Tyler Slough to conclude that they will not have a competitive team as long as he's the starter.  He's put some numbers up lately, but it's all come in garbage time.  That's a team that wants to lose, can lose, and will lose.  The problem is they play Tampa at a time when Baker is doing his "injured warrior" thing.  When Mayfield is hurt, he loses that portion of athleticism that allows him to compete in the NFL successfully.  Nobody can question that guy's heart, but when he's limited he sorta sucks.  Tampa now finds themselves in that spot where they are good enough to beat the bunnies on the schedule but not good enough to beat high quality opponents.  The good news is the Saints stink and are happy to lose.  The Saints have won on the road twice in the last two years, and I somehow was on the wrong side both times.  That win they had in Carolina is one of the most mystifying games of the year.  I can't see them pulling a win out here but the spread concerns me.  Tampa moneyline.     

Krusty and I call a game that looks too easy "an eel".  If I forced you to bet on this Colts v Jags game and told you the Colts have lost 3 of their last 4, their QB is playing on a broken leg, they haven't won in Jacksonville since 2014, Jacksonville has won 4 of their last 5, and the Jags are getting 1.5 points at home, I am guessing you are betting Jaguars all day long.  What's to think about, right?  This is an eel,  I know it is an eel.  You know it is an eel.  I know even before betting this game I am going to lose because it is A GODDAMN EEL.  Yet, I'm powerless to stop myself.  I need someone to talk me off of the ledge because I am about to bet Jacksonville +1.5.  Please... I am begging you... someone stop this...

Current record:  19-24   

 

I'm Back and NFL Week 13

 

The day before I went for my heart "procedure" I sat in a movie theater next to a guy that was about 350 who was drinking a tub of Pepsi, giant bin of buttered popcorn, and a box of candy.  What the fuck.  I eat mostly chicken, vegetables and drink the allegedly heart healthy red wine.  Here's this dude knocking back more fatty empty calories than I'll eat in three days in about a half hour, and he's tip top.  Genetics are just plain unfair.  As I'm driving to go workout he's eating Captain Crunch.  Yet, somehow my day tomorrow was set for a "procedure".

I read up on what was going to happen, and it was all fairly "routine".  Now the key thing to keep in mind is that it's "routine" for the people that work there, not for me.  So when I was semi sedated getting wheeled to the gig, they paused me before I went "on stage" in the operating room.  My guy, the cardiologist is in his scrubs, and leans down to talk to me.  "Hey hey!  How are you?"  (Umm how do you think I am?  Filled with fear and apprehension?).  "So look, here's what I have to say before we go in... Here's this form that says all the stuff we talked about... That we could (and then lists about eight ways I could die on the table) and when you sign here it says you understand and agree to the procedure".  

Let's be honest.  He doesn't want to do this part and neither do I.  I'm nude under a gown, semi doped up on a wheeled gurney.  I CAN'T be any more committed to this thing.  Yet if he doesn't get me to sign off he's exposing the Cleveland Clinic to God knows what litigation when I bleed out on the table when he pricks my artery the wrong way.  The guy seems like a good dude, and really serious about his job.  He doesn't want to fuck this up, and I know he doesn't want to fuck this up.  If he fucks it up I'll be dead anyway.  I reach for the pen and sign off laying flat on my back.  Let's go.  Showtime baby.

The doors pop open behind me as they push me in.  It's really bright and white.  There's an operating table that is raised like an altar.  Really expensive looking equipment rings the area.  They push me over next to it and tell me to step on the little step stool and climb up.  It makes me feel small, insignificant, and helpless.  All semblance of control is gone.  Five people I don't really know are about to shove wires up my arteries to find a problem that is causing restricted blood flow and maybe fix it.  They tie something onto my IV and then shoot my wrist full of painkiller.  At this point I am an object.  I have ceased to be a person and am only a task.  

I have a long history of having heroic resistance to anesthesia.  At a dentist where I had sought emergency dental care in my twenties I was accused of being a cocaine addict because he had never seen someone take so much novocaine with such little effect.  "You shouldn't feel this!!!"  In the end I accepted a novocaine shot into the cavity itself, which was like having a hand grenade that was attached to a generator go off in your mouth.  The dentist was so frazzled that he started too soon before the sedative took effect and I felt everything, but told him just to go ahead and gripped the chair arms like a doomed passenger on a falling airliner with a single tear rolling down my cheek making me feel ashamed.  This procedure was the same.  I spent three hours on the table, wide awake, looking around as the guy behind the sheet called out technical requests.  "OK, ready the 210 and then we will use a 20 to bridge it".  At a point about two hours in, some Indian doctor rolled in and had a discussion with my cardiologist with the same tone of voice one would usually assume at a country club discussing an upcoming round of golf.  "You going to go short on that one part and then link it over?"  Yeah, that's what I was thinking.  "Yeah, that's what I'd do."  Meanwhile I am laying on my back, wide awake, feeling the wires or whatever they were working up my veins of my arms into my chest.  It's a hell of an experience.  All three hours worth.

Here's the thing.  Two days later, and it's like nothing happened.  I was on the way home four hours or so after leaving the operating room.  It's crazy.  That night was sort of rough, but two days later I'm drinking Beaujolais and eating turkey sweating my Packers bet.  It was way less post procedure hassle than my last dental thing, with the exception of course that if I re-opened my scab on my wrist I'd bleed out and be dead in a couple of minutes.  I feel the same as I did before I went in, but I guess the real test will be when I work out and see how my deep breathing goes.  I got the reassuring assessment afterwards from my doctor of "you should be good", so I've got that going for me.  I don't know.  This feels like some sort of line of demarcation.  This is the point from now where I've got "my thing" that I know will be my undoing, which seems to be a key to entering old age.  If given the choice between various ailments, I guess the thunderbolt of a heart attack is better than the death by a thousand cuts of a debilitating disease.  I'm on the wheel of the American Medical Establishment now, so I better strap in.  I think there are those that feel I've been recklessly "carpe diem" before, so they better brace themselves for what's coming.  

For my first act of living dangerously, I'm going to bet on the Cleveland Browns this week.  Before you think I have joined a Doomsday Cult, hear me out.  1.  The Browns defense is legit.  They play well at home, and SF does not have a physical front line that might counter the Browns speed and aggression.  2.  Purdy is coming back from injury coming to play in shitty weather here where he had one of his worst games of his career.  It's not like he's got a monster arm to deal with wind, sleet and bullshit.  3.  Next week the 49ers go on their bye.  Is this not the flat spot of all flat spots for them?  Some bullshit game in Cleveland before a week in Cancun.  I see the Browns as able to keep it close and Sanders is a high variation QB.  The Browns will win by 10 or lose by 30.  Cleveland +5.5.

Let's not stop the crazy behavior there.  I'm jumping on the piece of shit Tennessee Titans at home versus the Jags.  As we have been sitting around for years waiting for Trevor Lawrence to become some sort of franchise QB, the open secret is that Lawrence has fallen into that "he's ok, maybe we can win with him" space.  I don't know why you'd pay that $50M but no one ever called the Jags a crafty franchise.  Lawrence has cost me a lot of money over the years on his false promise of development, so when I get a chance to bet against him, I bring a lot of enthusiasm.  The Jags have covered 6 twice all year.  Why will they do that this Sunday?  This isn't a bet on the Titans so much as against Lawrence in what is a big game for the Jags.  Tennessee +6

Here's an easy handicap.  The Texans have a really good defense.  They've won four of their last five and are trending up.  Indianapolis has had trouble scoring on elite defenses.  They don't score more than 20 on good teams.  Colts QB Daniel Jones has been announced to have a fractured femur.  Now if I have a fractured femur, I'm not playing QB in an NFL game.  I'm especially not going to run the ball in that game.  On the other side of the field you've got Houston QB Stroud coming off a four week inactive period for a concussion.  I don't know what a four week concussion is, but I assume that means you almost died.  Stroud has to be focused on not getting hit, so he ain't running either.  So now we have a shitty offense (Houston) with a concussed QB that has the best defense in the NFL playing a team with a QB with a broken leg.  I got on this Monday at Indy/Houston UNDER 45.5.

Current Record:  18-22   

Invasive Procedures and NFL Week 12

 

The band has been in a real lull because we have had some "Old Guy Problems" with both Hector and Sugar having to get surgeries and then needing time to recover.  In the back of my head, I thought I was going to be next in line and I was right.  I work out during the week to attempt to maintain my svelte girlish figure as best I can.  I am not the first one to notice this, but why can I kill myself for a month eating lettuce and chicken breast and then immediately gain back any lost weight after three days in France?  Look, I dive in and eat cheese and bakery shit because that's what they do there, but there is something inherently unfair about one croissant undoing two weeks of circuit training and salad.  Regardless, I had been doing my workout thing trying to keep it together and I noticed that my wind was down.  I was doing short runs or weight sled pushes and just be gassed after something that a month ago I'd hardly noticed.  Something was up.

I have this family history of heart issues.  Again, I'm not alone in this.  I'm sure your family has a history of heart issues or cancer since that's what cause 50% of deaths in the United States.  I get these stress tests done every four or five years just to see that everything is operating normally.  There's nothing like walking uphill on a treadmill with a bunch of electrodes attached to you and someone shooting radioactive shit into your arm to make you feel connected to "good health".  I told my doctor what's happening with my exercise fatigue, and then she schedules me for one of these.  I go and take it and I'm thinking "I ain't doing so good here".  Results come back as two lines of email from my doctor.  "There was an abnormality in your stress test.  I'm sending you to cardiology STAT!".  

If you are looking at sending me an email that taps into every dark fear lurking in my brain, that's the one.  I have long assumed with my strong match to my father's genes that my fate is some sort of early cardiac death.  Of all the ways you gotta go, I suppose that's better than most.  I have always leaned heavily towards "shark attack", but it's tough when you're in Ohio to strongly pursue that avenue.  I got a call from the Clinic Cardiology to set up an appt and the pleasant woman on the phone says, "I am calling to set up an office visit for you.  How is March 16th?".  Ummm.  What?  When I see "STAT!" my thought is all those TV medical dramas where Noah Wiley is yelling out shit like "Give him 200ccs of MetaTriLaCane!" not "Hey, can you swing by around St Patrick's Day?".  

I call my doctor back via video call and have a variation of "Hey, what gives?" that probably cost me a $1000.  She then calls someone and I get into see a "Cardiac Interventionist", which is decidedly not someone I normally want to meet with in other circumstances.  That meeting was better than if he had walked into the room, taken off his glasses, and then said "Have a seat.  This is never easy.  But in all my years of medicine, NEVER have I seen a test result as bad as what I have just looked at on your chart.".  Still, I am heading into the Clinic on Tuesday for a "invasive procedure".  I don't like to have my blood pressure taken, so an "invasive procedure" freaks me the fuck out.  I'll lay out the game plan in layman's terms.  They are going to shove this thing up my vein, nose around to see what's happening, and then if they think they can fix it right there, they will.  Now, if they get in there and it's really fucked up, they are going to just wheel me into an operating room and start chopping away.  This is not how I wanted to spend my Tuesday, especially since I was supposed to be in Australia.  

In my head, I don't feel any differently than I did when I was 26.  I'm curious about the world, want to have adventures, and have an ambitious drive.  This is a stark blow across the bow that tells me, "Buddy, you are going to run out of time to do all the things that you want to do."  It's a drag to go over to the Clinic and you see almost everyone coming and going in there is a complete physical disaster.  People can barely fucking walk.  It's got to be a full third of the people in the building have their mouths open the entire day like zombies.  Meanwhile I'm technically a middle aged guy that is sorta keeping it together coming over after his workout and I'm the one heading into surgery?  Fucking genetics man.  I'm standing at this crossroad where I am logically optimistic that this "invasive procedure" (whatever it turns out to be) is going to go OK but at the same time staring right at my mortality while looking at my watch. 

The great news is that I will likely be alive to see the only thing that really matters, Shedeur Sanders first NFL start.  There is this idea that the Browns want Sanders to fail, which is no only stupid but also terrifying.  The Browns are going to make you fail on your own, so thinking about them actively trying to knock your career off the tracks has to be very concerning for Sanders.  Here's what I think about Sanders.  He's not ready to start in the NFL.  He's going to make some mistakes.  That's going to lead to Raiders points.  The Raiders are terrible, but all NFL teams are good if they get the ball on your 20 yard line.  The Browns have won once on the West Coast since 2014.  I just can't see them doing it this week with a green QB that isn't prepared for the speed of NFL starters.  Vegas -2.5 AND Vegas OVER 19.5 points.  

Like myself, Aaron Rodgers looks old and rickety.  Unlike myself, he has to go play the Bears with a broken wrist.  I think the Bears sorta suck but I think the Steelers do too.  I am of the opinion that the Steelers would be better off having Mason Rudolph play QB than Rodgers anyway, much less with Rodgers doing some kind of wounded hero act.  I think he's washed.  Look, it's not like I think the Bears aren't a fraud either.  Detroit and Baltimore killed those guys.  I'm not sure what to make of either team, but if I think these two teams are roughly equal and my choice is an ascending Caleb Williams at home or an old injured Rodgers trying to conjure up old ghosts, I'm taking the Bears.  I feel so strongly on this I might go the other way if it's Rudolph and the line moves past 3.  As of now, I'm Chicago -2.5.

Atlanta is better than the Saints.  Why are they getting 2.5 because Cousins is playing?  I think the Saints went full tank mode after they sat Rattler for Shough.  Rattler was playing pretty well, and Slough is a fucking disaster.  The QBR rankings today go Nix, Jayden Daniels, Rattler, then Flacco.  Rattler is 21st in the league.  Now they're playing Shough as if he's going to be better than 21st in the league and lead them not to draft a QB with the #1 pick.  The Falcons, who have long ago traded their #1 pick, don't have that tank mindset.  I see Cousins, who at this point probably considered a good backup QB, as at the very least an equal to Shough.  Atlanta has lost 5 in a row, but losing three on the road to SF/New England/Indy isn't a smear.  The Saints beating Carolina last week on the road blew my mind.  That was their first cover, much less win, in a month.  I see Atlanta in that sea of teams where a win and a loss is razor thin each week, all those Jacksonville/Carolina/Arizona/Miami/Cincinnati teams you just don't think about too often because they don't matter.  The Saints just suck.  I think Cousins is better than the public perceives.  At least I hope so.  Atlanta +2.5             

Current record:  16-20

    

Bloodied But Not Down... NFL Week 11

 Now that my phone always eavesdrops on my conversations, out of nowhere it started providing me with medicines to repair deep seeded health fears I spoke aloud in conversation with my doctor.  This is increasingly unsettling.  It's especially unsettling when you read the side effects in the small print of these advertised medicines.  "Hmmm... Maybe profuse anal bleeding and open sores on my back aren't THAT bad if I can address my blood pressure creeping up."  Then I got something even worse pop up.  Staring at me on social media, I got served a photo of some woman that for a brief period used to be the General Manager of Channel 5 during my tenure there.  She was recently appointed something like Director of a Conference Center in Foggy Bottom Arkansas or some such shit.  It was a HUGE step down from her old gig in pay and perks, that's for sure.  I stared at the dumpy old lady in the photo, and wondered "How in the hell did that woman exert so much control over my life for a few years?".  

The work thing is crazy.  You can randomly get placed in a situation where some weak minded emotionally stunted person is placed in a position where they can randomly make your life miserable.  I have worked for some certifiable monsters.  Some of them were just "little people" that had never naturally risen to places of prominence in their social circles because they just didn't have any juice.  They had never been entrusted by whatever peer group they are in to pick where to order a pizza much less be the leader, and then suddenly they find an office job with a staff of people kissing their ass to curry favor.  It drives them fucking crazy.  They start to think "Hey, I'm really something now that I am Assistant Regional Manager of District Four", when in fact they are the same dipshits they always were and the "power" they have isn't real.  You get these guys swaggering around an airport like they are Elon Musk because they are the Omaha Region Manager of Target.  In my case, this General Manager of a Top 20 ABC affiliate went from being a Small Time Mussolini transformed into an old fat woman in a dress presumably bossing around four people in a shitty conference center in Foggy Bottom.     

I stared down at that picture and remembered how she would assemble the entire staff and just pontificate, talk complete shit in jargon circles in an attempt to prove to herself how exalted she was in this "important" role.  After one of these meetings where the staff listened to her drone on about herself, a woman I worked with said, "Can you tell me what she meant?  I didn't understand anything she said.  What does Friendraising mean?"  I told my co-worker to chill out.  She didn't really say anything.  It was like having to listen to a Castro speech in the 1970s.

I wondered what her memories are of that time.  I'm sure that she twisted her past into something pleasant as opposed to the reality of her being a monster everyone avoided for fear of a professional execution on a whim.  Her bio at the convention center touts her as having a dazzling array of jargon laden skills.  I found this not to be true.  I found her to be an obstacle to make money for myself and the company because she was fucking crazy.  This one time we had this deal with Ganley Auto come up for renewal.  Tom Ganley used to put money into Crimestoppers because he was terrorized by the mob at some point, and then thought it would be a good idea to back this on air police initiative for the good of the community while also keeping his name front and center.  It was a good idea that worked for everyone.  From the station standpoint, all we had to do was air these :30 units and then put a "Bad Guy" who was wanted up on the news screen once a week.  It was a win/win and easy.  I'm trying to renew this thing, and I'm getting some kind of stall from the GM woman to sign off on it.  I can't move ahead and get the money until she rubber stamps it, but she won't commit.  It makes no sense because we had done it for years, everyone agreed it was "on brand" and she didn't have to do shit.  Still, she's delaying doing anything one way or the other.  This goes on and on and on.  I got the client calling me saying "WTF man?  We doing this or not next year?  If not, your competition will do it."  This woman keeps stalling and I'm losing my mind.  What the fuck is the problem here lady?

This woman is really volatile.  Everyone in the station is afraid to confront her and get an answer because A) they're weak and B) they think if they ask a tough question maybe she will think ill of them and do something irrational like when she wanted to fire the national sales manager when he said on the week of their mutual birthdays "Looks like we are both the same age!  We're getting up there!".  The guy had been there for 15 years doing his job and she wants to clip him for that.  She's that terrifying combination of incompetent and vindictive while trying to hide from everyone she doesn't know what the fuck she is doing.  What happens is she stalls so long, the client takes it somewhere else.  It's the worst case scenario.  The station is out six figures and I'm out something like $20,000 of annual income.  It's a disaster.

THIS is when she decides to call a staff meeting to dig into the situation.  It's pointless.  The train left the station you dumbfuck.  All the department heads are sitting around the table, sort of like a Trump meeting where they all race in to praise her.  Nobody wants to veer into uncomfortable reality of her fucking this thing up.  The meeting starts and she pretends she doesn't know what the status is.  "Ummmm... We lost the buy and it's on another station as of two weeks ago."  This is when she says to me "I want you to set up a meeting with me and Tom Ganley."  Of course I'm thinking, "Well, what's the point of that?  It's done lady.  I fucking told you for weeks what was going to happen and then it happened."  I asked her what she wanted me to say was the pretense of this meeting.  I swear to God, this is what she said.  "Tell him I have a plan.  I just want to get in the room with him and see the whites of his eyes."

What the fuck are you talking about?  I asked her what the plan was so I was clear when I called what was going to be discussed.  "Oh, I have a plan."  Great.  What is it?  "I can't tell you right now because I'd have to kill you."  (No laughs from the grim faced staff). Look, if you don't have a plan, let's at least get one together.  "Oh, I have a plan.  I just can't tell YOU."   The entire table of department heads is sitting there and they are blank faced like they have left their bodies.  There's like ten people sitting there.  No one is stepping in to say shit.  They are pretending they aren't there.  It's just me and the crazy lady at this point.  She repeats "I want to see the whites of his eyes."  Now I could have left it there like those other weasels sitting there leaving me to die, but this is KRAZY.  That's when I say, "Look, it's obvious you don't have a plan, and that's fine, but at least tell me what I'm working with here so when I call over to set up this meeting I can set some reasonable expectations.  As far as he's concerned none of this is an issue and he's moved on.  What is the pretense for this meeting?  I need to have something rational."  She just looked at me and said "Oh, he'll want to meet with ME.  I have something big.  REALLY big."

As you might expect, she didn't have a plan.  She didn't get the money back.  She went and ate lunch with the guy at a steakhouse.  She didn't let me go to the meeting because I was going to see in person that she didn't have a plan and probably never even addressed it.  She tried to blame my manager and I a few weeks later for losing the money.  She eventually got fired from the job when she stayed at the station overnight during what she thought would be a big snowstorm that she wanted to sell to corporate management as her being the Captain at the Wheel during the Blizzard of 78, and padded around the facility in onesy pajamas yelling at the Late News crew.  It snowed a quarter inch out East, and her fragile mental health got exposed.  The news director ratted her out to Corporate I think.  She disappeared a few weeks later and a guy from Corporate came in and sheepishly admitted that maybe she needed some help.  Now, all these years later, there she was on my fucking phone.  How on Earth did I allow that piece of shit have that much control over my life?  I can tell you right now, there's some small staff in Foggy Bottom picking over some leftover doughnuts by some stale coffee that's already come to the conclusion that she is mentally ill.     

That's the randomness in life.  It just as easily could have been me making her miserable, but instead it was me trying to figure out what "seeing the whites of his eyes" could have meant when selling TV ads.  It's got to be the same way for these NFL QBs when they get drafted.  It's the random turn of a card.  One guy becomes a Bronco with Sean Peyton.  The other becomes a Jet.  Sam Darnold becomes a Jet and is totally fucked.  Can you imagine the culture shock from being The Man at USC to suddenly finding yourself a Jet?  He leaves there shattered, has a bad stint at Carolina, and finally makes his way to Minnesota and becomes a franchise QB.  Darnold's old coach Adam Gase from the Jets got fired after trashing the team and is out of the NFL.  Hell, I could have gone in and taken the Jets to a 2-14 record but at least I wouldn't have been an asshole like Gase.  The worm has turned now.  It turns out Darnold was worth one of the first picks in the draft.  Gase might be at a competing Conference Center from my old GM.  Give me Seattle +3.5 against the Rams.  This should be a great game.  Somebody wins this by one score I think.  I'll take the points.     

The wind is howling in NE Ohio today.  Dare I say "the gales of November came early".  I remember when the Browns drafted Dillon Gabriel, there was an interview clip that got played of how the Hawaiian QB doesn't like playing in bad weather.  Who else but the Browns would then think "we gotta get that guy?".  How can the Browns beat a good team with Gabriel at QB in the wind?  Baltimore is trending the right direction and it seems a foregone conclusion that they are going to win the AFC North with Lamar back on the field.  Sure...  The Browns defense is good at home, they know how to play Lamar, but how do the Browns score?  Seriously... How do they move the ball consistently?  Dillon Gabriel is Connor Shaw is Charlie Frye is Ty Detmer is Cody Kessler.  The Ravens need this game and the Browns know the season is over.  This game will be ugly and no one cares in the near empty stands.  I might bet the under Gabriel passing yards too if it's really windy at kickoff.  Baltimore -7.5

I got burned last week when Tennessee got a pick 6 and a punt return TD to cover.  They aren't doing that two weeks in a row.  That franchise is a great example of what happens when the kids think they are smarter than the Old Man that made the money that bought the team.  They get control of the team, fire Vrabel who immediately makes the Patriots a Super Bowl contender.  They hire Callahan's kid that doesn't know what the fuck he is doing and the team goes down the shitter.  Tennessee is EASILY the worst team in the league.  Look, I don't think Houston is any good either but they're better than Tennessee.  It's odd to be giving almost a touchdown on the road with Davis Mills, but here we are folks.  Houston -5.5.

Buffalo probably isn't very good, but they just got embarrassed last week by the Dolphins.  The Dolphins poured it on so bad that their coach drove by a Bills bar in Miami just to troll them.  Fuck.  That's bad.  Tampa was a nice story early but they are decimated by injuries.  Another key point is their quality of wins.  Tampa has beaten one good team this year, Seattle.  Good win.  They lost to New England, Detroit, and Philadelphia.  They beat the Saints, Niners and Jets.  I think Buffalo at home after a bad loss is more like NE/Det/Philly than they are Saints/Jets/Niners.  Buffalo money line.

OK, I've been scuffling.  Here's where I'm at on Sundays...

Current Record; 14-18

Welfare Mothers and NFL Week 10

 

I was reading this morning how our current administration, after being ruled that they had to release SNAP benefits to program participants, then went and appealed the decision.  The legal system being the legal system then put a hold on everything and wanted to hear further arguments.  I'll be honest, I don't know that much about the SNAP program beyond that it's the "food stamps" of today.  I grew up in what some would call a stereotypical suburban household.  A friend of mine from France was walking around my current neighborhood last weekend and started laughing.  "This is so funny.  It looks like an American movie." Around him was a Dad raking leaves, a couple that passed by on bikes, a couple kids tossing a football in front of enormous (by European standard) houses.  It's how I grew up, so it didn't seem weird.  From this perspective I grew up hearing a chorus around me about "welfare mothers rigging up the system for free food so they don't have to work".  Everyone in our community was of a common mind that "they" were leaching off the system.  Now, we didn't personally know anyone that was a "they", but it was assumed it was the black people that lived in the downtown bad neighborhoods of Erie.  Cut to one of my friend's mothers telling us, "You aren't driving in downtown Erie, are you?  It's DANGEROUS."  (That meant black people lived nearby.). It ain't easy living in The Bubble with dangers lurking everywhere.

It's very easy to be pissed off at people you didn't know living off the state when you were working hard to make the money to keep yourself fed.  Well, you weren't, but your Dad was doing whatever the hell he did at his company to keep food on the table and by extension, that was YOUR hard earned money.  Right?  Well, that was the attitude at my school.  Everyone was a self assured Charlie Kirk type with all the black and white answers.  Fucking poor people were poor because they were lazy and now they take MY (my Dad's) tax money for a free ride?  Fucking bullshit man.  It gets hammered into you out in the Burbs.

As you get more experienced in life, travel a bit, and meet people out of your bubble it begins to dawn on you.  Hey, maybe that kid Darryl from school, who lived in that beat up house by the water treatment plant with his sick Mom wasn't up front with us when he said he didn't want to go on the class DC trip.  Maybe Darryl didn't have the money to go.  He seemed to have some deal at the school cafeteria we didn't know about too.  I never remember seeing him pay at the register.  In retrospect, maybe Darryl's Mom was getting food stamps, and he's a good dude.  So...  OK I guess I don't have a problem with Darryl getting food stamps because his Mom can't work.  She is sick as shit.  Yeah... I guess it's OK if he gets them.  It's not like he's living like a King over there.  What, are we gonna let him starve?  I don't know those other people though.  They're probably ripping us off... or maybe there are more people in a bad spot like Darryl?  

I looked at those SNAP demographics.  39% of the people on the program are children.  88% of them are households with kids, disabled or elderly persons.  Our current government not only stopped giving these people food, but when a judge said "OK Government, you have to give those people their food", they went back to court and said "Yeah but we don't want to because we think we can pressure the other guys that don't want us to cut these same people's health care into signing that deal that gives rich people a little bit more tax money back".  And it's not like the money to feed everyone isn't just there.  That's not even the issue.  We are the richest country in the history of civilization and we are going to allow people to go hungry.  Our nation is willingly stopping kids, sick and elderly people from eating just to see their food used as a bargaining chip to cut a tiny minority's taxes that don't need it.  It's obscene.

As I munch on a bowl of granola and drink an espresso, t's not like I'm solving the problem by delivering food to sick people.  I'm "part of the problem adjacent".  I'm nestled into my spot of being in the one third of the population watching the other third gleefully inflict pain on the final third.  We all have our part to play I guess.  It's hard not to feel powerless as these types of injustice get rolled out.  What is it exactly that I can do about it?  Maybe I'll "take to the streets" later.  If I take my dogs, does it still count as "taking to the streets", or did I just take the bassets for a walk?  I don't know.  I guess I'd probably need to have a sign, but I'm not that craftsy so maybe I'll just watch these NFL Week 10 games instead.  Sorry kid without food.  I'm rooting for you but I don't know what to do about it.

Man, I got an assbeating last week.  I was way off on a couple of those.  Now I'm a little gun shy, but let's get back on the horse and get back to.500.  I do have a pick that I absolutely love this week.  The New York Jets.  Wait!  Hear me out on this!  The national narrative is that the Jets are dead in the water.  They traded shutdown corner Sauce Gardiner and that foundational D tackle for a boatload of draft picks (which they will presumably bungle).  The team is gutted and they have no chance.  To me, that's all New York myopic media shit.  Who are the Cleveland Browns to be favored on the road against ANYBODY?  Since the Browns decided to see "what they've got" with Dillon Gabriel, the Browns have the worst offense in football by a mile.  They make the Titans look dangerous.  Let's be realistic here.  The Jets don't have Gardiner, who Pro Football Focus has rated out as an average cornerback over the last two years.  Who cares?  The Browns can't get the ball to the receivers anyway.  Gabriel exclusively throws the ball in the middle to the tight ends, dump passes to the side, and has shown zero ability to throw downfield.  The Jets lose a D tackle?  Who cares.  The Browns problem comes from the edges because they don't have decent tackles.  The Jets defense is more than enough to stack the box versus the run and play everything in front of them like everyone else has done.  The Browns can't move the ball on anyone.

"Yeah, but Justin Fields sucks."  Yes, he does.  Fields has the 29th place QBR this year at 38.  That's not great.  But compare that to Dillon Gabriel and his 26 rating placing him 31st in the league.  So you are telling me that the Browns with the worst offense in the NFL since Gabriel started are going on the road and getting a win?  With a defense that gives up 30 per game on the road?  No way.  The Browns last covered a game on the road on October 13, 2024.  This line is an overreaction.  In a battle of "who sucks worse?", that answer is always the Browns.  Jets +2

Quarterbacks are divided into "win with" and "win because of" players.  That piece of shit JJ McCarthy that somehow put a good game up last week appears to be a "win with" guy.  You know, he's the kid at the pizza place that you let close up because you trust him just enough not to burn the place down, but you aren't having him handle peak Friday night rush.  Lamar Jackson is a "win because of" player.  That guy is really good at football.  He takes the Ravens from being a losing team into a winning team, and suddenly Jim Harbaugh becomes a good coach again.  I think I'd be a good coach if I had Lamar.  Between you and me though, that Ravens defense really blows.  I think the Ravens going to Minnesota is going to be all about Lamar pulling a rabbit out of the hat late.  I'm a little uneasy about betting against Lamar in the regular season, and I hate betting on NFC teams that have never faced him before, but I think this line is out of whack.  Lamar coming back doesn't fix everything.  Minnesota is a tough place to play. I'm on the Vikings +4.5.   

The Saints were bad with Spencer Rattler.  My biggest bet of the year was Saints under 7.5 wins when it seemed like Carr was maybe done.  The fact they somehow got worse by putting Tyler Slough in at QB is remarkable.  With the exception of that weird Buffalo game, the Saints are bad on the road and worse outdoors.  They like a nice smooth indoor track to play in.  I'm not sure if Carolina is any good compared to real teams, but they are better than the Saints.  The spread has me concerned because the public is on Carolina, so I'm going Carolina money line at home. 

Current record:  13-16

 

Halloween Parade and NFL Week 8

 

I was talking to a woman today exchanging small talk and pleasantries.  I asked how her kids were doing.  She has two young kids, like 7 and 10 I'd guess.  There is NOTHING a mom likes to tell you more than how wonderful her kids are doing.  Sooner or later I will ask this polite question and someone will answer, "Well not too good actually what with Billy's learning disability and Kathy's blossoming experimentation with bath salts", but I've dodged that bullet so far.  We all have our part to play, and she held up her end of the deal and said "They're doing good!".  I asked her what they were going to do for Halloween, and then she told me, "We don't celebrate that because of our church."  Ohhhh.  I stepped in it.

When I was a kid I remember we had a couple kids in my grade who were either Jehova or Christian Scientists or whatever the fuck crackpot shit their parents had forced on them.  In second grade we had this big Halloween parade where all the kids were supposed to bring their costumes.  The plan was that we'd march around the playground area, and then back to our classrooms for an orgy of cupcakes and Kool Aid.  It was, perhaps, the second most anticipated day of the year next to Christmas.  The days leading up to it were filled with speculation, costume boasts, and nervous prep work at home to put on a good showing.  This was essentially Prom for a 7 year old.  It was EVERYTHING.

The classwork that day was similar to when you go to work on the day before Thanksgiving.  Nobody gave a shit about anything.  Let's just color our maps Mrs. Jewel and get the fucking show on the road.  The clock sluggishly refused to move.  Everyone had their costume in a bag under their desk.  Slowly but surely, showtime had almost arrived.  An announcement came over the school PA system.  "Charles and Mary, please report to the Brown Activity area in the basement.  Charles and Mary..."  As they stood up to gather their things, the rest of us shot stunned glances around the room.  What in the actual FUCK was going on?  Charles and Mary were going to miss this?  And on top of it, they seemed totally calm and matter of fact about it.  How were they not freaking out?  This was like missing the Super Bowl and a Beatles concert and Friday Pizza Night all at once.

There was this kid, Big Tooth, who spoke up.  I swear to God, everyone called him Big Tooth, even the teacher.  "Mrs. Jewel?  Where are they going?  How come they aren't going to to party with the rest of us?"  Well Big Tooth, Charles and Mary's parents choose not to celebrate Halloween so they are going to the Brown Activity Room next to the furnace to do other things.  None of us could wrap our minds around it.  However, as soon as that initial rush passed we put out costumes on and got jacked up.  Fuck Charles and Mary.

I still remember being in the parade with my lame ass store bought costume, you know those ones with the smock that tied in the back with a plastic mask?  I have no clue what I was but I knew I sucked.  Other kids with craftsy Moms were walking around in full suits of armor like knights of the round table and I was something like Paul Lynde.  As we marched around I remember seeing Charles looking through a window sadly at all of us.  I thought it sucked at the time and I think it sucks now that that kid's family couldn't chill the fuck out and let him have fun and contextualize that your kids aren't dabbling in paganism and the occult playing dress up.  If you write out a list of pros and cons of organized religion, it's tough to come up with a winning tally on the "Pro Religion" side.  It's 50 years later and I still see Charles's hangdog face in my mind.  

When I discovered the woman I was speaking with was Pentecostal and wouldn't let her kids do the Halloween thing, I resisted the urge to tell her the Charles and Mary story.  I certainly didn't think about bringing up this week's NFL card, which has some games of interest.  "Hey, so with you not making your kids Halloween costumes this week, did that give you extra time to break down any of these games?".  My guess is the answer was "no".  Probably not a lot of good sports gambling advice from her church community.  Thus, it was all on me again this week.

I don't have a lot of amazing analysis on the big Kansas City v Buffalo game except this.  Kansas City appears to be the best team in the league at the moment after getting their skill position guys back from injury.  Buffalo appears to be coasting on reputation alone.  What's their best win?  That game they pulled out over that dodgy looking Baltimore team?  They just lost to Atlanta a couple weeks ago for God's sake.  KC has won 5 of their last 6 and have allowed seven points across the last two weeks.  I think Kansas City is good and Buffalo is just a little better than average.  I'll take Kansas City -1.5.

As I had noted earlier, the band is on a bit of a hiatus with Hector rehabbing a shoulder injury.  He had torn his labrum with the period before the surgery itself being spent trying to manage the pain that impacted his ability to sleep and generally function.  Carson Wentz tore his left labrum the first weekend of October and then played 2.5 games of NFL football at QB.  Oh, he also had dislocated his shoulder and broken the bone socket when he took that injury.  I cannot imagine how tough that must have been to play through and how much it must have impacted his play.  I note that for the simple reason that the Vikings thought running Wentz out there for a month with that injury was a better option than to play JJ McCarthy after his ankle injury on Sept 14th.  I have a sneaking suspicion that the Vikings have concluded that McCarthy sorta sucks and they think that Wentz could have been their new Sam Darnold.  Now they have no other choice.  What NFL QB is out for five weeks with an ankle sprain?  Mahomes played on the worst ankle sprain of all time for a month.  McCarthy has to really suck.  With Goff 8-0 v Minnesota lifetime as a Lion, I'm on Detroit -8.5.  I'm also going to tie Detroit into a teaser with the Chargers.   

Tennessee is 0-11 ATS at home.  This stupid NFL gambling is set up so all teams go .500 against the spread and somehow the Titans are 0-11.  The Titans are 1-6 ATS in their last 7.  They've allowed more than 30 points four times this year.  They've scored more than 20 points once.  The Titans are fucking terrible.  The one thing that is consistent with those Harbaugh boys is they like to pour it on shitty teams.  Normally I don't like betting West Coast teams playing on EST games, but I'll make an exception for the Titans.  Maybe the Chargers aren't as sharp as normal, but they get the win here.  Chargers -9.5 and Chargers -3.5/Detroit -2.5 teaser 

Current Record:  13-13