Swami's NFL Pool 2018: The Root of the Week XIV

December 11, 2011

The Root of the Week XIV

As our intrepid eight prepare for battle on the eve of XIV, it is worth noting how utterly uncomfortable the group is. To come so far, perform so well, only to lose here at the tail end of the season with the finish line--and dollar bills--in sight, oh my, how depressing.

Anything could happen, anyone might win. The number of place payouts are by no means assured; you still might get nothing.

With that said, and considering the chaos of the year, please see the graph at left above to understand just how far our Participant Confidence Index has plummeted. Not as bad as Greece, but brutal all the same.

As of this posting, five picks are in: Ravens, Ravens, Ravens, Jets, Steelers. Also, El Doctor continues his default pick strategy and will, given his history, roll with the Seahawks on Monday night. Will update live as more picks are received manana.

That is all.

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.