On the eve of Week Fifteen, the Spawn has elected to walk amongst Giants. She has braved the heights of the beanstalk and sought her fortunes among the clouds ... and only tomorrow's time will tell if she is ground into bread or returns from on high with the golden goose. She seeks to find the elusive Tyree Giant and avoid the oft-insatiable Interception Giant, which has been known to sleep for weeks on end before rearing its ugly head.
As for the rest of the survivors, those merry few, the undisputed cream, we have Lions and Chiefs already come in, with more picks to follow. Who knows which way which participant will go, for at this point the whole shebang is a crap-shoot of gargantuan proportions --- indeed, dare I say, a feat fit for Giants.
That is all.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
In truth, there are so many avenues to take in commentating upon the massive, glorious destruction of Week 10, I am having a hard time knowing where to begin.
First, for those of you who have emailed me with pithy comments of your own, asking for major upsets to get this pool rolling . . . well, you got it.
The Reaper has been sitting on the sidelines all season, licking his wounds and licking his chops, and "X" certainly marked the spot: 86% of the pool lost this past weekend. It shall be noted in the record books as the single worst week in the history of the Suicide Pool, from a sheer percentage perspective. The Reaper, let's just say, is fat and happy and sidelined no longer. Other numbers of note: 80 participants took a loss, 70 were on the Titans, 54 were eliminated entirely, and 26 took their first loss.
Week 10 Stats
160 participants
121 deceased
80 week 10 losers
35 with one loss
4 undefeated
Which brings us to our second point this morning: the Mount Rushmore of 2013. There are only four undefeateds remaining, three Suicide veterans and a rookie. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to Hollandia, Father Franz, The Lebanator, and the Holy Light, your four remaining undefeateds. There are 35 one-lossers joining them, which puts us at 39 total. Congrats to those who survived the brutality of Week 10.
Lastly, and most importantly, I refer back to the first line of this post. It was one of the most glorious weeks in general for yours truly, the Swami, given how much I enjoy chaos, but compounded by the thrill of victory whilst flying in the face of logic and reason. Special shout out to Ford Model P, who also flew close to the sun and did not get burned. The Jaguars are our new favorite team.
Good luck participants as we enter the home stretch. The noose tightens and the cream rises, and when the dust settles, will you be the one left standing?
That is all.
"I am born again, and live a second life."
So sayeth the Swami, and a handful of others who find new lease on life with the 1st Annual Swami Second Life Pool.
Not to be confused with the brave souls who still diligently strive for success and glory in the Suicide Pool, and contrary to common question, never the twain shall meet. In separation infinitus.
The Swami rides the coattails of the Spawn this week, plopping my Second Life down on what lies at the top of the beanstalk, along with my little deductions --- and my yang, as it happens. The other members of the Swami ride Coughlin's brood in Week Five, as well.
Action on the G-Men, the 49ers, the Texans, the Vikings, and a host of other teams much likelier to lose. Week Five in 2011 was brutal on the Giants; perhaps the chaos will reign again in 2012, though it is unlikely.
Strap on your cap, buckle your belt, and grab your wooden club as we roll into Week Five, Fo Fum, where I smell the end of this meaningless pun.
That is all.
