Monday morning edition

Fantasy football has the wonderful way to turn many hours of thought, analysis, prayer, and plotting into the steaming lump of truth only Monday morning can oblige. One of the two FF teams I had set to go this weekend tallied up a big ol’ SEVEN points. And tonight’s players offer no help breaking the 15 point barrier. Oh well, this loss only strengthens the image as a good and wise commissioner who only loves the sport and doesn’t care about the score; his only pleasure is that everyone (even his opponent) enjoys themselves….

Beyond the FF crap, this weekend provided some excellent pigskin. Saturday’s games provided nail biting barnburners, another no. 2 taking it on the chin, and the look and feel of gang banger violence on the gridiron. Now let’s see how the NCAA handles that little display.
Sunday was realtime viewing pleasure and FF hell. Every 1pm game offered something for everyone. T.O. had three touches and if there is a fair and wise God the press will shut the hell up and leave that poor fella alone. He thinks he shoulda had four. The spiral downward into the abyss award goes to Oakland Raiders. Every circus needs a clown; they provide a whole organization of those evil, balloon twisting fools. Many games to watch to the bitter end as it should be. Ah, all this and my beloved Vikings on the bye week. Let’s hope they kept the sex party on-shore and under wraps.
Tune in for the evening edition.