The Root of the Week IX

"You know, it's an ugly business doing one's duty . . . but just occasionally it's a real pleasure."

This, of course, is not one of those occasional times, not when I must put my life in the hands of a major divisional foe of my beloved Fish. It's hard enough being in the best division in football; rooting for the enemy makes it harder.

But root I shall, for Tom Brady and his hair and Bill Belichick and his hoodie, and for Wes Welker who took his talents from his original South Beach home. I am not alone in this; there are several participants riding the New England bandwagon.

As for the rest of the bunch, the group has gone off in more different directions than a pikey rabbit with hounds in pursuit. The Jets, Packers, Vikings, Falcons, Giants, Steelers, Saints, and Bears all have play to some degree or another, with the dirty birds seeming to have the most followers. It probably means no major losses this week, but virtually assures, with as nuts as this season has been thus far, that at least a few will fall.

This week marks a milestone of sorts, as we pass the playoff barrier; starting next week, as you'll recall, the teams you select are done for good for the season, with no reuse-ability in the post-season. Most of you know, but some of you do not, and not from a lack of trying on my part. Let's all come together on this, shall we?

That is all.

SWAMI BLOG EXCLUSIVE --- ASHTON'S TWEET OF THE WEEK

Hey Everyone!!!!! :) It's me Ashton, love swami's blog, REALLY love favre's weird looking junk, go hawkeyes!!!!! =3 ash........(ricky stanzi, we're down if you're down)

Tuesday Taunt VIII

143 participants
24 undefeated
42 with one loss
77 dead

I quote Bob Dylan, "Chaos is a friend of mine."

Apparently, and unfortunately, chaos is not as much a friend as I would like, as multiple Chiefs-lovers, recovering nicely from their anxiety attacks and overtime-induced stress headaches, will attest.

Twenty-two will do, however, and so we find ourselves with only Kiefer Sutherland left undefeated, or roughly 17% of the field. That, my faithful friends and participants, is remarkable.

I also suggest, as the calendar turns to November and we enter Week Nine, that you all remember that this is the final week before the playoff barrier, and if you do not know what that means, you have not been paying attention, and the chaos is soon coming for you, too.

That is all.

The Root of the Week VIII

I don't often drink beer, but when I do, I prefer Pacifico. So sayeth the Swami, arguably the most interesting man in the world, and so drinketh the Swami at the very moment of this posting.

My merry little band of drinking mates includes the Factor (pinot grigio), the Wench (two Peroni bottles and a dab of the pinot), and the Man of Wench (multiple Fire Rocks and a Peroni nightcap); 'tis a motley crew, but we are enjoying ourselves immensely. To all those enjoying their own bit of cocktailing on this Halloween eve, mind the Swami and the mothers of MADD, and be safe.

This week's root comes with so many reeling from a tough stretch of weeks, upsets and losses piling on top of upsets and losses. There will be few big upsets this week, not with the pool of teams so evenly dispersed: bad playing bad, good playing good, and the semi-disparities with favorites on the road, which means the participant masses are spreading themselves thin -- multiple selections on the Cowboys, Colts, Jets, Patriots, and Chiefs, plus an Oakland pick and a Redskins pick.

Which leaves the Swami.

Too many weeks this season have I caucused with the herd, too many weeks have I held close to the pack. It is time to strike out and seek new ground. It is time to be bold, and different, and a little bit wild. I will ride the arm of Sam Bradford into the Sunday sunset on the holiday of Halloween, and while scary, in the end the treat will be sweet.

That is all.

A Game of Inches: The Brett Favre Story

This whole Favre Penis thing is getting ridiculous. The FBI might be getting involved, Jenn won't talk to the NFL, Brett says he's kind of innocent. So, ridiculous it needs a movie. Swami Suicide Pool was all over this as a cast was assembled and shooting started last week. It's obviously a Romantic Comedy, a sports themed chick flick you could say. The buzz is already spreading. Seacrest wants us on next week. You saw the title above, but the tagline is "I'm Only Guilty of Voicemails, That Wasn't My Penis". I could give details, but for now, you'll just get the cast.

Brett Favre: Jay Cutler - only one man can match the turnover abilities of Favre.

Jenn Sterger: J-Woww. 2 reasons we're excited about getting J-Woww on board. I can't remember them right now.

Brad Childress, Jared Allen and Ryan Longwell - Gary from Bachelor Party, Tex Cobb, and Pee Wee Herman. Actually I think Gary from Bachelor Party actually is Brad Childress. Tex Cobb got the Jared Allen role because Jared Allen looks like the kind of guy who has told dudes to "take your pants off" on more than one occasion. I have no idea what Ryan Longwell looks like but I'd imagine he looks like Pee Wee Herman because most kickers do.

Randy Moss - Ol' Dirty Bastard. Dirtwasn't available to be on set so we're using CGI. If it blows up our budget, we're getting Webster, putting him on a stool and gluing black yarn to his head for the dirty corn row effect.

Roger Goodell - Roger Goodell. This guy's way too intense to get a stand in. The movie will end with him taking on 50 FBI agents by himself, bending guns with his hands and catching bullets with his teeth. Scary.

Brett Favre's Penis - Uncredited. It will be a mystery penis.

Get excited everyone. The Swami Blog will now show up under Google searches with the word "penis", so we will probably be getting a new audience soon.

Tuesday Taunt VII

143 participants
33 undefeated
46 with one loss
64 dead


Yes, someone has a case of the Mondays, and it's lasted until Tuesday afternoon. There are worse weekends to be had, football-wise, but as the Swami exists in a heightened state of consciousness and does not live in Dykstra or Rieber Halls, such circumstances are difficult to grasp.

Every rule has its exception, every rose has its thorn, and once in a very blue moon, every Swami sings a sad, sad song. And so it came to pass in Week Seven of Suicide in the year 2010, Oakland dropped near three-score points on the Broncos, and the first loss was obtained.

As I said in the email, there are two ways to lose in the Suicide Pool: (1) a blowout, where you whack yourself upside the head and lament your own poor decision-making; or (2) a nail-biter, where you whack your friend or spouse upside the head, as he/she/it is the living entity in most direct proximity, and thus, most deserving of the brunt of your rage.

At least I am content knowing I did not have to worry very long; it was 21-0 five minutes in.

That is all.

The Root of the Week VII

At this point last year, the numbers -- 45 undefeated, 42 with one loss -- were very close to where they reside this year, which sees 46 and 49. Of course, this year we had 35 more participants. The grand NFL experiment known as parity seems to be working, to the hair-pulling dismay of our glorious group.


What, not the Bronco you were expecting?

For those who kept the Saints or Ravens in their pocket, hoping to squeeze one or the other in before the playoff-reusability-barrier of Week Ten, this is the week you've been waiting for; those two teams are the biggest favorites. Sadly, or perhaps not so, the Swami has already used both, and must go a different way.

The Chiefs have moved into the limelight as a popular pick amongst the remaining masses, interspersed with a handful of Falcons, Patriots, Seahawks, etcetera, and one very ballsy Cowboy pick -- and this participant is so confident, he actually had to tell me twice.

There is another smaller, more illustrious group, however, which has elected to ride the pony. The Swami is a member of this hearty little band, perhaps not quite as flamboyant as the photo above illustrates, but hearty nonetheless. Here's hoping the silver and black goes a more garish powder blue upon leaving Mile High.

That is all.

Holy Light's Holy Sh*t! Of The Week

Will Sonny and Cher be at the Coliseum next weekend? I'll bet anyone in the pool Sonny won't be there. This explains why no one ever heard of "Chip Kelly" before 2 years ago. What do you get when you combine Chip+Kelly???? Exactly.....Chastity. Get on this Yahoo......

The New Logo of the NFL

It's like the Jerry West NBA logo, but better. Get used to it. Source: James Harrison.

Why all the spearing from Willis?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4SQdcYDI-Y
DeSean Jackson/ Dunta Robinson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-BbNe5Kv56k
Eric Legrand

Ok, I'm out of the garage from working on one of my motorized conveyances when I see CARNAGE from NFL week 6 and a PARALYZED college football D lineman from Rutgers. I really could care less about the "legal" hit arguement or fines for the players. The real problem here is defenders lowering their heads just before making the tackle. It's poor form and they're just asking for a serious neck injury....ask me how I know? Yep - El Doctor has one of those neck injuries and will have it for the rest of his life because I did the same thing.

(climbing off of my soapbox)

In other news...my undeafeated spot is now up for sale. Feel free to look at the teams I have picked...not all top teams...some of us can win picking the 49ers. The potential buyer will have plenty of telented teams to pick from for the remainder of the season. If the spot does not sell this week, I will keep making winning picks until it does and the price will rise with each passing week. Contact the Swami with any offers.

Let the bidding begin.

Now to find my linen pants...

Dr.
(already edited once by the draconian Swami...let's see if this one gets through)

Swami says: "Won't have to edit if El Doctor doesn't Bowfinger his next post. That is all."