Swami's NFL Pool 2018: Tuesday Taunt the First

September 13, 2011

Tuesday Taunt the First

And so the grand and glorious experiment that was 24 participants picking the Browns comes to a close on a hot, dry day in Cleve-Land.

"Unmitigated Disaster"
"It's Unanimous - That Game Was Lousy"

A pair of actual Ohio newspaper headlines, which tell you all you need to know. Of course, Browns people, it could've been worse -- you could've been routed 41-7, as were the 15 who rode the Chiefs into their own version of Wounded Knee.

All told, some 44 of the 107 entries guttered their opening frame, a full 40%.

For the newbies, this blog is the best place for fast information. Each weekend, I'll post the trending picks, as well as my own, and each week I'll post the results, usually on Tuesday (hence, the recurring title). I'll also email a spreadsheet each week, so you can keep track of your picks.

We're off and running, and as I am a particular fan of chaos when it comes to Suicide, here's hoping Week Two brings us the ability on this blog to allude to General Custer in some way, to follow the theme*.

Week One Results
147 participants
44 week one losers
103 undefeateds

Grand and glorious carnage; the Suicide Pool is back!

That is all.

*Custer was a Michigan man, so tread carefully, my lovelies, on Detroit this week.

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.