Swami's NFL Pool 2018: Dream Killers

September 14, 2010

Dream Killers

As Swami predicted on Monday afternoon, the Chargers solidified their reputation as Suicide Pool dream killers once again. Nearly all participants, at one point or another, have put their trust in Norv Turner to lead the Bolts to victory over a heavy underdog at home or on the road. As a result, their hopes of taking home Suicide Pool gold become long shots and in some cases, are sent packing until 2011.

While it's unfair to say Norv got outcoached by KC's trio of Haley, Crennel and Pear Bryant, you have to believe it comes down to game preparation. Good coaches in the NFL don't lose games like this or any of the others Norv has blown the last three years. Marty Schottenheimer doesn't lose this game to a bad KC squad. Other than solid special teams play, there is no reason to believe the Chiefs will win more than a handful of games this year. Luckily, they play in the same division as the Raiders.

The Chargers will still win the NFL's weakest division by a few games and will continue to be a popular Suicide Pool pick throughout the year. Best of luck to those who like to live dangerously...

Introducing . . .

. . . Ze German, a frothy, filthy, unfiltered 'Skins-lover bringing you weekly rants from his tapestry-laden castle high upon the Zugspitze peak. There is wisdom and method to his madness, however, so pay attention -- just look out for the women and children.

. . . The Holy Light, and the best of us, a beacon of strength, dignity, and truth, and shining where there is darkness. As it was in Ezekiel, his word is his bond and his name is the law, and he shall strike down those who dare not listen when he doth speak.

. . . The Hooded Fiend, brilliant, diabolical, devious -- the smartest man you've never met, and will never have the chance. Locked away in the dungeons below a nondescript building, we only bring the Fiend out to post when the situation is most dire.

. . . El Doctor, the tall, dark, hunky, and handsome resident surgeon of Suicide. Women love his strong hands, men respect his keen mind, and Swami requires his wicked wit, but no one understands his almost unholy passion for autos and linen pants.

. . . Man of Wench, that staunch fan of all things Philly and a fine specimen of masculinity, bold enough to tie the knot with the feisty, infamous Wench. Whether at the grill or at the bar, with a healthy glass of vino in his hand he'll bill you by the hour for a taste of his good times.

. . . Master of Macabre, a delightfully sinful and sinister purveyor of doom and gloom, keeper of all things dark and deathly. It is unsure what horrifies more: his spectral air, his cadaverous crypt, his Machiavellian machinations, or his penchant for Princess and the Frog.

. . . Shapeshifter, he of the ever-changing ways, ever-shifting forms, and everlasting enthusiasm. Our newest commentator brings forth pomp, verbosity, and circumstance on scale to rival even the Swami himself. Shifty, yes, and subtle when necessary, his form is never out of fashion.