33 undefeated
46 with one loss
64 dead
Yes, someone has a case of the Mondays, and it's lasted until Tuesday afternoon. There are worse weekends to be had, football-wise, but as the Swami exists in a heightened state of consciousness and does not live in Dykstra or Rieber Halls, such circumstances are difficult to grasp.
Every rule has its exception, every rose has its thorn, and once in a very blue moon, every Swami sings a sad, sad song. And so it came to pass in Week Seven of Suicide in the year 2010, Oakland dropped near three-score points on the Broncos, and the first loss was obtained.
As I said in the email, there are two ways to lose in the Suicide Pool: (1) a blowout, where you whack yourself upside the head and lament your own poor decision-making; or (2) a nail-biter, where you whack your friend or spouse upside the head, as he/she/it is the living entity in most direct proximity, and thus, most deserving of the brunt of your rage.
At least I am content knowing I did not have to worry very long; it was 21-0 five minutes in.
That is all.
