Suicide Pool 2012.

Swami Suicide Pool Final 2011 Standings

For those of you who follow the blog during the season, this post is a little belated. Technical glitches and new blogger software erased the previous finals announcement posting, a fact of which I was not alerted until July. I'm not even sure when it was deleted. So before we get into the 2012 season, let us bestow one last bit of happy goodness (again) on the winner of the 2011 Suicide Pool.

It seems the 'enter five times and hope one of them sticks' strategy worked very well, indeed, and thus it is we crown the very aptly named Luckstick as our winner. He had some serious competition, though, leading into the last round --- which for the 2011 season was the Divisional Playoff Round. The final standings for the Top Eight:

2 - Nine Times
3 - Friend O' Hard Hat
4 - Chuck Dis 01
T5 - The Doctor
T5 - Mad Dog 03
T7 - Vegas Hall Pass
T7 - J-Ro 03

Well done, everyone, and thank you all for participating in the pool. And as this update comes as the horses are nearing the gate for 2012, you might want to consider studying up. Suicide 2012 is coming.

That is all.

Tuesday Taunt XVII

We've got our Big Three*. It seems everyone these days wants to put one together, so why not the Suicide Pool.

The Dis is dead, done in by the men of Mile High in all their Tebowing glory, leaving a trio of participants alive as the regular season comes to a close.

Which answers the question we posed some time ago: would we make the playoffs for the fourth straight year? Clearly, the playoff strategy must be considered, even in years of such devastation, so for those who lost while maintaining said strategy, perhaps there is a measure of vindication to be found.

And so we come to Wild Card Weekend, with a slate of four games from which our participants may choose: Bengals at Texans, Lions at Saints, Falcons at Giants, and Steelers at Broncos. Still big dollars on the line; there is no room for error.

Good luck, Big Three, and may the best man win.

That is all.

*With apologies to the First Roman Triumvirate, the original Big Three is shown in the photograph above. And yes, it's a sand sculpture.

The Root of the Week XVII

The Final Four ride the Saints, Broncos, and Eagles. A motley crew, to be sure, not unlike the participants themselves.

A very Happy New Year to all of you, and for those who were ousted, may the 2012 Suicide season bring you far more joy and happiness than this past year of utter and ungodly carnage.

That is all.

Tuesday Taunt XVI

 

Midnight strikes, and Cinderella loses her slipper: El Doctor is dead.

Twas the Falcons did him in, on the Monday back-up default. The storied streak and the novel approach ends, fruitless . . . but for his own enjoyment, and the enjoyment of the many merry men and women who tracked it over sixteen glorious weeks. Mad Dog joins him on his way out the door, frothing at the mouth over the scalpless 'Skins.

We reach the Final Four. Every man left makes a little money, though one will stand above the rest. There is still much to gain, and lose, on the first day of the new year, our two thousand twelfth. Happiness to you and yours, and wishes for a glorious coming 366.

That is all.

The Root of the Week XVI

The Sweet Six: Mad Dog, Luckstick, Nine Times, El Doctor, Chuck Dis, Friend O' Hard Hat.

Who will survive? Who will fall? Who shot Nice Guy Eddie?

The answers to these questions lurk at the end of the day: Panthers, Panthers, Titans, Redskins, Steelers, Falcons. The end draws nigh.


That is all.

The Root of the Taunt of the Week XIV

**Due to technical difficulties, of which I am still not entirely sure, the Saturday night Root of the Week posting did not publish to the site. As such, I've brought the Taunt out early this week to salve the burning rash that is the curiosity of the participants both surviving and deceased.

Two of the eight, one quarter of the field, fell over the weekend at the hands of the Titans and Giants. Vegas Hall Pass and J-Ro, we bid you adieu.

There is one participant still active: El Doctor, who rides his Monday default pick (49ers) for the thirteenth week straight. The winning picks were: Bengals, Saints, Cards, Cards, and Falcons.

We come down the home stretch of the season. The $64,000 question remains: will we make the playoffs for the fourth straight season? All will known in time.

That is all.

Tuesday Taunt XIV

If you're wondering about the photo, as well you should, it's about the most interesting thing I could come up with for this week---a week in which no one lost.

I googled "intrepid eight", hoping to find something to inspire our own intrepid eight surviving participants, and this is the first thing Al Gore's Internet gave me, so I ran with it.

And no, this is not a veiled indictment of my Beloveds' season.

That is all.

The Root of the Week XIV

As our intrepid eight prepare for battle on the eve of XIV, it is worth noting how utterly uncomfortable the group is. To come so far, perform so well, only to lose here at the tail end of the season with the finish line--and dollar bills--in sight, oh my, how depressing.

Anything could happen, anyone might win. The number of place payouts are by no means assured; you still might get nothing.

With that said, and considering the chaos of the year, please see the graph at left above to understand just how far our Participant Confidence Index has plummeted. Not as bad as Greece, but brutal all the same. 

As of this posting, five picks are in: Ravens, Ravens, Ravens, Jets, Steelers. Also, El Doctor continues his default pick strategy and will, given his history, roll with the Seahawks on Monday night. Will update live as more picks are received manana.

That is all.

Tuesday Taunt XIII

I'll admit it, I love this year. So much chaos, so much devastation, utterly unpredictable. It's much more exciting for participants when they go into weekends with no idea what to expect, rather than knowing with 99% certainty that their team will prevail.

It's glorious, and it continued in the Week of Marino. We lost another 11, more than half the field, leaving us with a hard eight remaining. 4 weeks left in the regular season, 8 participants alive---tenuously.

Will we reach the playoffs? Place your bets.

That is all.