The Oracle from the Basement did not speak this weak. He was on a pilgrimage to Mt.Washington, the windiest place in the North American continent, to commune with the dead spirits of football. To reconnect with the leather-helmeted, real men types who played football without domes, covers, carpet, replay, or megabuck salaries. Just really sociopathic men slugging it out in the dirt with minimal pads. Among these Gods of football, the Oracle gained new powers of prediction....
OK, that's a lot of BS. I was watching baseball playoffs.
And without prediction, Weak VI rolled by with a raft of upsets and reality checks:
-- Cheeps are no longer unbeaten.
-- O-for-Niners are no longer without a win.
-- Cowgirls are true doormat material. Wow, they really suck. I love it.
-- Lambs win again! And the Bolts are wiping their feet on the doormat and about to knock to come in.
--Seahawks serve a realityy sandwich to the Care Bears, but they are now a team without an identity. Are they losers, winners or just manic/depressive?
And Now for the Weak VII Predictions!
Lambs- 12
TB Bums- 21
O-for-Niners- 14
Pansies- 10 (This could be the the game of the weak!)
Nils- 10
Colts- 54
Gaguars- 24
Cheeps- 12 (KC finally gets on track)
Brownies- 21
Saints- 45
Ordinals- 29
Seahags- 18
Raydurz- 9
Broncos- 24
This log in thing just keeps getting weirder (like the NFL!) Somehow since Google took over this blog, I have to sign in every time whereas it used to sign me in automatically when I hit "post comment." Now when I try to sign in, it says I need a new password. Have I mentioned how much I am starting to hate Google and the whole internet "digital bread line?"
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