Each week we will review the great, odd, poor, and weird happenings
of the past weeks football games. Yeah there will be a little fantasy
football info somewhere. I think.
If you don't have Trung Canidate, better get him as the Marshall
Faulk injury tour has begun. He is out a minimum of a week but information
coming from teams is generally optimistic.
The way to beat the Ravens is simple. Get Brett Favre to throw
passes on first down which means that the "Fat Boys"
- Tony Siragusa and Sam Adams - are in as pass rushers and not
run stuffers.
Don't give me the Antonio Freeman is back crap; you couldn't
slide a piece of paper between him and the Ravens secondary most
of the day. Favre made some great throws and Freeman caught them.
Some days those are drops or interceptions.
Jeff Blake owners should hold on before cutting him, as Aaron
Brooks can't hit the barn with a cruise missile. The game against
Carolina was much closer than it should've been because Brooks
couldn't move the team through the air. Typically, it will take
a couple weeks and maybe a big loss for a switch.
Ricky Watters owners it is time to toss in the cards. Alexander
is the real deal.
Terrell Owens is the best receiver in the NFL and was last season,
too. Problem is that there is no reason to look over at the other
side of the field. We would think eventually this would catch
up to the 49ers passing game.
Speaking of Terrell, how did he get so open in overtime against
the Falcons? That may be the worst defensive play in the history
of the NFL. Owens is the 49ers offense. Amazing! Dan Reeves should
resign on the spot.
It is funny what determines a team's win-loss record. The Falcons
are 2-3 but could've been 4-1 if they had held on twice against
the 49ers. The 49ers would be 2-3 if they don't come back twice
against the Falcons. As Bill Parcells always said, "You are
what your record is."
You get the feeling that Corey Dillon circles the good matchups
on his calendar before the season begins. This Sunday had a few
circles around it. He has the Lions in two weeks; there may not
be enough ink in Cincinnati for those circles.
If you are a football fan and think that it is time to replace
Elvis Grbac with Randall Cunningham, turn in your Andre Rison
Kansas City game jersey. You must go back to football watching
school. Or head to rehab.
Steve McNair, is that really you?
If there is a Warrick Dunn owner in your league be warned that
the first thing out of his or her mouth will be about having lost
with Warrick on the bench. Slap them once for me.
You know your fantasy football team sucks when you've become
enthralled with the save percentage of Nikolai Khabibulin or the
drafting slot of Chauncey Billups.
Fantasy football is a funny game. We had a person in our league
trade Randy Moss and Charlie Garner receiving Priest Holmes and
Jerome Pathon in return. The office looked like downtown Islamabad
after the trade was announced. For one week, he is a genius and
we look like fools for burning him in effigy. Made a mess of the
carpet, too.
The only time West Coast pizza tastes any good is on a Sunday
morning with the first game blaring from the square and a cup
of joe and the funnies spread on your lap. The rest of the time
I wouldn't feed it to the dog.
Tiki Barber fans get used to the diminutive one going back to
his Dave Meggett routine - sans the hookers and 18 illegitimate
kids.
Didn't you used to be Randy Moss?
How many fantasy fans run out and grab Charlie Batch after this
past week? Forget all those yards. They were accomplished against
a grade school defense playing prevent. Gilligan could've thrown
for 300 yards.
Speaking of Gilligan, how bad is the imagination of CBS if they
are showing a two-hour movie about the hi-jinks behind the scenes
at Gilligan? Did Ditka write the script?
Speaking of CBS, the between the halves highlights are less coordinated
than a carload of drunken teens pulling a "Chinese fire drill"
at a red light in downtown Tehran.
Think if Ditka didn't have menus and cocktail napkins, he'd never
read.
Green Bay fans I await your e-mails. I implore you to use spell
check.
Those people not grabbing Charlie Batch are sure to be picking
up Tom Brady.
I am honest when I say that there is no way I would've run Ricky
Williams at the end of the Saints/Panthers game. First, I hope
that my team would've held onto the lead but even in that situation,
we pass. Jim Haslett, my hat is off to you.
Of course, we sat Cam Cleeland this week.
I have never met Mike Shanahan but if he were coaching against
Satan, I'd be rooting for the team coached by the guy in red with
the funky tail.
We said this last week and will say it again, but without a viable
threat outside of Rod Smith, the Broncos are ordinary. And don't
talk about their defense; the Seahawks tore it to shreds.
Life won't be right until a manufacturer comes up with a Cheeto
that goes well with tequila.
Another reason life will be a continuous mystery. If someone
had told you that one quarterback, in the Miami/Jets game, would
throw 34 times and the other only 22, Vinny Testaverde would be
the guess as to who had the sore arm. Nope, it was Fiedler. The
Dolphins couldn't run the ball against the porous Jets.
Denver/Seattle is another example of why bookies never file chapter
11.
Mike Holmgren has brass ones if he starts Matt Hasselbeck over
Trent Dilfer. Dilfer has 12 wins in a row as a starter. Always
respect a streak, Mike.
Bobby Engram made one of the great highlight plays on an onside
kick. He went up high, grabbed the egg, was hit, and flipped landing
on his noggin. Pure football.
The best announcing crew, bar none, is the Sunday night crew
on ESPN. They are by far better than the rest of the announcing
crews, even the ones with Brent Jones.
Playoff teams as of this writing are St. Louis, New Orleans,
Giants, and Green Bay - that will stop the e-mails - in the NFC.
The AFC is messy as the whole league is 3-2 or 2-3. Give us Oakland,
Baltimore, Miami - grudgingly --, and Pittsburgh. A half dozen
teams could qualify.
An emergency session of the California state legislature banned
Tyrone Wheatley from handling babies or eggs.
Mark Bond can be found,
most days, listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn, eating hot sausage sandwiches
topped with BBQ chips, chili, and coleslaw, slapping back Cuervo
shooters, and rambling on about those warm evenings spent with Janet
Reno. He is not related to James Bond but has the same air of sophistication
of Sean Connery. Mark is currently annoying his workmates at Jackpot
Sports, home of the first daily fantasy baseball game, the Reggie
Jackson Fantasy Baseball Challenge, plus weekly and seasonal Fantasy
Football games.