Swami's NFL Pool 2018: Thursday Taunt XVII

January 3, 2013

Thursday Taunt XVII

Ladies and gentlemen, we have come through the fire. The NFL regular season of 2012 has ended, and the masses breathe a collective sigh of relief after seventeen grueling weeks of participation and competition.

An undefeated drops one in Week 17: the Mad Dog bit off more than he could chew. Two legends fall for the second time, and we bid adieu to Chuck Dis and Vlade . . .

. . . which leaves sixteen brave souls, two of whom are undefeated, vying for the coveted top spot.

The rules for the playoffs are the same as the rules for the regular season: each participant must pick one team per week. Teams available for selection include any team not yet selected at any time AS WELL AS any team selected between regular season weeks 1-9. Any team selected between weeks 10-17 cannot be used in the playoffs.

Out of the frying pan and back into the fire.

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.