Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Last post, I brought up the Redskins playing risk with their potential playoff situation, who made my naughty list, including the BS bowl games that are not worth yours or my precious time. Also the intense criticism against Christian McCaffery and Leonard Fournette’s decisions to not play in their BS games, and prep for the NFL.
A few posts ago I mentioned the NY Giants looked like a paper tiger, and to not allow their record fool you. Dear hearts, TNF made me look like a football genius.
The Eagles flew right by those silly men who thought they are big. The D with out JPP looked lifeless, and OBJ in his now viral post game meltdown, provides nice examples that a team is not worth their record.
Let me tell you a little story, a few years ago after the niners lost in the super bowl, my friend’s son, had one of the most epic meltdowns my little eyes have ever witnessed. In one motion he threw down his niners hat, while melting onto his knees. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He screamed “noooooo”.
I’ll admit, I was very uncomfortable. Last Thursday that uncomfortable feeling came back, watching OBJ at night.
He was channeling this little boy, who had everything he asked for, except he wanted the box the toy came in, his mother threw in the garbage. He growled, then threw this forehead into a wall.
December 24 was another sunny day in LA. As a nice little start before my holiday travel, I took in the Packers and Vikings. Mr December, yes that’s Aaron Rogers, has shown us how his stats can only grow during this month.
A Christmas Miracle arrived in Cleveland, and it wasn’t because of LeBron. The Brownies won! Then heartbreak hit later.
Who’s list grew faster, the NFL IR or Santa’s? That wasn’t a trick question.
The world came crashing down for the Raiders, Titans and Seahawks. Each saw their respective team aces break things and require season-ending surgeries. I’m guessing that’s not what they wanted for Christmas, Hanukkah or the New Year.
Raiders HC Del Rio was the star in the most somber press conference after a win. The nightmare isn’t over. While it’s never a great time to lose your leader, this was really poor timing football gods. Playoff-worthy, must-win games versus the Chiefs + the Broncos are set over the next two weeks for the Raiders. Brace yourself Raider Nation, it could be happiness or disaster.
Well just paint my sole red! Oh, it already was. Here’s a little tip, no matter how terrible the Steelers or Ravens have played during the season, their matchup is always one to watch. A nice defensive battle, ticking down to a last-second-who-will-win play. No one, not even three Ravens defenders could block the catch thrown to Steelers, you can’t touch this,WR Antonio Brown.
Next came the Chiefs putting the axe down on the Donkeys. Oh, you didn’t know I loathe the Broncos? Now you do, and that’s for Boise State too.
The Chiefs are the Chief team to watch in the NFL right now, besides the Cowboys, in my little opinion. I’m not saying this since each have premiere tight ends, solid o-lines, and lockdown DBs. Well,
maybe that’s why they should be watched for your viewing pleasure.
Speaking of the Cowboys, Monday night was a little delight. The first 30 minutes provided the best chess match up on turf all week. Then the roaring stopped in the second half, and the game moved into boring status. I saw one person on the Lions D, zig and zagging, his name is Ziggy Ansah after all, and was the only defender attempting to wrap up Dak, Zeke, and Dez. At least the Dallas D finally made their appearance.
Pass protection of Dak is awe-inspiring. Really, O-line coaches should be making an
o-face happy face, and asking how can I do that, watching what Dallas has done.
You may have noticed I didn’t mention anything college football-related. Good catch, Friday I will preview my little thoughts and opinions around the start of the Playoff, also the Orange and Rose Bowls. All will be stunning for yours and my little eyes to see.
My affair with whiskey was enhanced in Park City. There’s a nice little ski-in / out distillery I had the pleasure of savoring, before jetting back to reality. Who says you can’t drink in Utah?