Swami's NFL Pool 2018: Thursday Taunt XIV

December 13, 2012

Thursday Taunt XIV

Well, that went well.

For those of you, and it was most of you, who rode the Seahawks this weekend, 'twas an enjoyable flight. The game was in doubt for all of about two minutes.

Week 14 Statistics
135 participants
5 undefeateds
17 with one loss
113 dearly departed

Little carnage, therefore, to speak of. I am beginning to yearn for those bygone days of yore, when the Reaper walked among you making liberal use of his scythe. You know, like Weeks Two and Three.

I'll say this, with three weeks left in the regular season, and few viable options available without burning teams for the playoffs, I have a feeling someone is sitting by his roaring hearth, polishing up his steel, preparing for his return.

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*Congrats to one of this week's departed, Abercrombie and Fitz, who won the Dec 09 history challenge. In her words, a nice "consolation prize".

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.