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

October 4, 2015

The Root of the Week IV

And just like that, we are back to bunches of different teams. It seems there is no consensus this week: Cardinals are popular, Colts are popular, Broncos are popular, and many have disregarded the Rules once more and selected the Chargers prior to Week Seven. These, among many others. This, my friends, is a dangerous proposition.

And so there are three choices before the Swami and his immortal clan, three options and none of them look appetizing. Behind Door #01? The Colts, likely Luckless. Behind Door #02? The Broncos at home at Mile High. Behind Door #03? The Cardinals, Infinity-0 when Carson Palmer plays.

And yet you know how the Swami does not travel once-traveled by ways, the path he chooses is his own, and the true one. And so the Swami and his brood will take not One, not Two, not Three, but indeed all three doors as we root collectively for bird and horse in Week Four: Colts, Broncos, and Cardinals.

That is all.

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