Category: NFL

Tuesday March 17, 2020 Dear Diary: Today started out just like every other day. I woke up at the stroke of eleven, held my face over a simmering pot of raw wheat grass juice for eight minutes and twenty seconds, then had breakfast. Under the direction of Tom’s trainer, I’ve been eating the same breakfast…

Here we are, again. Perhaps for the last time. The next second, let alone the next year, is undefined, but there are 1000 things happening around here, every second, every day, and especially every morning when I awake to hear them pounding outward from my temples. Let’s understand each other from Jump Street; this was…

Well *yawn* another sweep. I haven’t done any year-end totals yet but my unofficial scratchpad math has us somewhere in the neighborhood of 52-26, 4 out of 5 on futures and props, and $347 to Save the Hampton House. We mostly do self-deprecation around here but if another handicapper has a comparable record – free…

“I want to be the Brady. I want to be the Brady of Baltimore if I could.” “Or you can be me. I brought multiple [championships to Baltimore], too.” “You too! But you know he played quarterback, so that’s why I’m saying Tom Brady.” “Don’t play.” “[laughs, walks away]” –Lamar Jackson being interviewed by jealous…

To quote legendary American songbird Marvin Lee “Meatloaf” Aday, “Motherfucker, you do not wanna fuck with me! You look in my eyes I am the last person in the fucking world you ever fucking wanna fuck with!” And two out of three ain’t baaaaaaad, of course. No excuses on the Browns loss though. I knew…

Check your watches! By which I mean, like, just pretend people still wear appropriately-sized watches for a second. Okay? Everyone staring blankly at their wrist for no reason? Okay great, because it’s just about time for my GOD COMPLEX! Imagine me with fists in the air as Pachelbel’s Canon in D plays in the background.…