Swami's NFL Pool 2018: Tuesday Taunt I

September 17, 2015

Tuesday Taunt I

Were one being honest with oneself -- and let's be honest, one should always be honest with oneself above all else -- one would sit down, breathe deeply, reflect upon the weekend that was in the National Football League ... and realize one has no bloomin' idea what is coming or what will happen next.

Rules were broken. Facades were shattered. Negatives were doubled. Proofs were positived. Twenty-one souls lost their first lives and now enter the sudden death portion of the pool.

I have never seen such things. Twenty different teams were chosen. For those keeping track at home, there are 32 teams in the league and all play on opening day. That means four games -- four! -- had participants on both sides of the ball.

We currently sit at 173 entries with a possible few more trickling in that I missed on the first pass at the spreadsheet; I have been laboring in Lake Tahoe with smoke-filled lungs and only returned on Tuesday night. So therefore there will not be as much pithy banter on the Blog as some of you are used to. It is late and almost time for bed.

The Beloveds were one of the big picks this week, despite playing on the road. So, too, were the Packers -- who broke the double negative and survived, and won proof positive on the road against a division foe. Too many other teams to count -- well, eighteen -- were picked alongside Oakland. Only eleven teams survive. Nine teams fell, taking the 21 with them. The Reaper is intrigued, but not enough to draw him out of his hole.

Just a taste of the standings at this time:

Weekly Statistics
173 participants (and counting)
6 with one loss
16 teams chosen

More serious banter -- including a crystal ball gaze -- will be coming directly; for now the Update will have to suffice on its own. Get ready for the weekend Root, there will be some tasty morsels therein.

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.