Swami's NFL Pool 2018: December 2015

December 13, 2015

And the Winner Is . . .

My friends, my dear friends, our work here is done. We can officially close the 2015 Swami Suicide Pool with the crowning of our winner, the first winner crowned before Week 14 in the history of the pool. So stand up and take a bow . . .

Wishful Thinking, your 2015 Champion!

There were six remaining participants headed into last week. Five poor souls selected the Bears and Wishful Thinking -- a long-time Suicide Pool veteran whose previous high finish was a 21 person tie for 7th in 2013, and who actually finished tied for last in 2014 with an uno dos adios showing -- took the Chiefs to eek out the victory in this most traumatic of seasons.

Special kudos to Her-Turn, Papa Lew, 52 Shades of Clay, Shapeshifter, and Easy Breesy Beautiful for their five-way tie for second place.

Our Champion stands alone atop the heap. We congratulate Wishful Thinking on his excellence this season, a season unlike any other. Thank you all for your participation in this most glorious of football adventures. We will see you back here next fall!

That is all.

December 3, 2015

Thursday Taunt XII

It seems we are down to our final six. Our little six-pack, as it were.

A simple posting as we enter the Week of Marino with only six souls; the Reaper called to apologize for his swift work this season, and promises more success for all participants in 2016.

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.