Obviously, Gambling With Sanity has become a fucking fiasco
with me not able to meet the deadlines I set for myself, it just all gets
tumbled together in a giant blur of craziness and every time I hit post and
heave a sigh of feelings purged it’s time to do another one and I might as well
just start doing cocaine (start?) and typing with bloody fingers, exposed to
the bone and then I’m just a fucking skeleton whispering in your ear, trying to
find a new host for my consciousness so I can nurture our shared humanity even
if I end up not being human. After all, when I was in a drug frenzy, it was
revealed to me that I am the current incarnation of the Hindu God Krishna. I
had never even heard of Krishna, and then suddenly there he/I is. The point
being that we are all just wild balls of energy and hopefully my energy ball
manages to transcend the cycle as we discover truths together through the
medium of NFL football of all fucking things.
New England 25 Atlanta 0
Goddamn, the South hasn’t been burned this bad since General
Sherman marched across the land, and fittingly, I guess, it is the Patriots who
are setting these fields afire. But like the Civil War, the northern generals
aren’t all that great, Little Bill leaned hard on his Chief of Staff Brady for
so many years, and now here he is trying to go it alone with mixed results.
He has a new Chief of Staff named Mac Jones, but he is fresh
out of the academy and even though he managed to hold things tight in the war
games they run down there, it isn’t the same as being called upon to make an
aggressive counter assault with real live fire going on. But the fresh faced
kid did okay, Little Bill is still alive, and Atlanta, my god, poor damn
Atlanta, is burning burning burning, paying for the sins of the horrible people
who championed slavery, which is a very real and direct thing for many of these
NFL players, almost groomed like war dogs, a terrible thing, that slave culture
repurposed for the horse racing and we’re all complicit in it.
Indianapolis 41 Buffalo 15
What in the hell is going on in the AFC? No one wants to
step up and own this conference this year. The Bills getting rundown by
Jonathan Taylor like running backs are suddenly en vogue again, and the Bills
didn’t have any answers. It’s just a mess of a soup.
For Indianapolis, it is something to build on, maybe not
overtake the Titans, but put themselves in a playoff position. But then they
get there and it’s Carson Wentz and this shit isn’t gonna fly, they might as
well abduct that horrible piece of shit Arch Manning from his family’s fucked
up lab and try to remember something better for the people of Indiana than
getting their cousin pregnant at the pig dance.
Buffalo seems confused. They get taken like alien abductees
every so often and then they return home and roll on like nothing ever
happened. But it did, and at a certain point, you have to wonder what the fuck
goes on in those snowed in football offices to allow this shit to keep
happening. Are they in debt to a primal spirit that demands a sacrifice every
now and then? Is fucking Bigfoot blackmailing this team after what went down
with Jim Kelly getting tangled up with that woods witch, who is slowly eating
him like a bug trapped in a spider’s nest? I can’t say for sure, but something’s
not quite right here.
Baltimore 16 Chicago 13
The Ravens managed to do in the Bears without Lamar Jackson
who is, like, their entire offense. So how fucking bad must the Bears be to
lose to a team quarterbacked by whatever key was left over from the key party
that nobody wanted?
It’s already come out that Matt Nagy is going to get the
French head chopping party after the Thanksgiving game against my lowly Lions.
Just a dead man walking. And yet, they are still aspirational for Lions fans.
Jesus Christ.
Baltimore is another of those AFC teams that you just can’t
trust, but you can at least trust them to beat back a shitty Bears team even with
the Ravens entire offense sidelined. That’s how fucking bad Matt Nagy is. Also,
why in the hell is he throwing Andy Dalton’s failed bones on the field instead
of his luxury QB Justin Fields? I told you the Bears would fuck him, and the
Ohio St. curse lingers like a terrible fart. Say one thing for my poor put upon
Michigan Wolverines as they are likely to get skull fucked yet again this very
weekend, but we’re putting out Tom fucking Brady and Ohio St. is putting out
dudes who end up in prison because of some credit card fraud. You can win in
the bought and paid for college football corruption machine, but when the shit
gets real, we’re conquering the world while you are shitting in coolers because
the people of Ohio don’t even understand basic sewage situations.
Cleveland Browns 13 Detroit 10
Oh god, more to spew later, obviously, but as much as I love
Dan Campbell’s Spirit Warrior Heart, he also seems to be a complete fucking
idiot which is not what you want in your head coach, making decisions that
literal children playing video games are better at.
This might be a George and Lenny situation, and poor Lenny
Small over here might need to be put down before he breaks too many necks. But
what comes after that? Who the fuck knows as we scream into the howling void
and prepare our souls for the bardo.
The Browns have fallen apart, Baker Mayfield needs surgery
and he couldn’t get along with that asshole Odell and it might be smart to just
fall back, set up a triage, get the boys healthy and rolling for next year
instead of throwing them into the meat grinder and potentially ruining them
all. To be honest, I blame us. Yes, us. Dan threw his name behind the Browns
and because I can’t let people have nice things, I threw my considerable
Failure Demon drenched misery into the ring as a fun team to root for while the
Lions do all the motherfucking Lions things, and I brought that curse onto this
Browns team. It’s spreading like the clap, or like whoever fucked that monkey
and got AIDS thrown into the mix. Look man, I just wanted a fun team to root
for, no one told me Dan fucked a monkey.
Houston 22 Tennessee 13
What the fuck? See what I mean about the AFC this year? You
can’t trust any of these assholes. Of course, it doesn’t help when Ryan
Tannehill is throwing four fucking interceptions. It doesn’t seem like Houston
won this game more than Tennessee lost it. And that’s what they keep fucking
down all up and down the AFC standings. I mean, the fucking Colts could stumble
ass backwards into the Super Bowl at this rate.
Houston, of course remains a wasteland of the human
condition, and it’s no accident that the very best episode of True Detective,
the one with Rust just trying to get the fuck out of the ghetto before it all
burns down in a harrowing nightmare, took place in Houston. That is a city and
people primed to go feral when the next hurricane hits and they are gonna hit
hard thanks to everyone needing to shoot gas into the sky.
But the hicks in Tennessee don’t give a fuck, all nestled
into their Smoky Mountains, living the Appalachian life that their grandfathers
stole from the natives, and they are a mean and stupid people, and should
probably not be allowed to take more than ten steps from their hovel with a
Black man’s head mounted on the wall like a fucking deer head. These are Andrew
Jackson’s people, and Andrew Jackson was, of course, a stunningly huge piece of
shit person. This is the America your parents warned you about.
Minnesota 34 Green Bay 31
House of fucking horrors over here. Somehow, Aaron Rodgers
(the devil has renounced his sponsorship of this jackass) managed to get the
COVID and get back on the field a week later while your auntie and uncle are
locked in the attic quarantined until the monster is gone or a squirrel gets up
on grandma and eats her out for the holidays, leaving just a carcass and uncle
in a cage being taunted by bats. That’s what’s going on in America right now
and this asshole gets a deluxe care package back to the happy world. It’s a
fucking outrage is what it is.
But Aaron Rodgers had to be one upped by Kirk Cousins, that
disgusting megachurch piece of shit, who won’t lead your team anywhere, but who
will con you into delivering your life’s savings on the off chance he is the
savior, much like his fucking megachurch. He gets to come home a plumped up
hero, maybe trades old stories with his neighbor Erik Prince of Blackwater
infamy, lots of non white people tossed around between the two of them, and
maybe Erik gets his sister, Betsy DeVos on the line so she can share her
favorite brown person cancellation, and while Betsy is laughing it up, she has
this hilarious story to tell and so she ropes in her besty, Donald fucking
Trump to laugh it up at all the ways these horrible people have ruined lives.
That is the company Kirk Cousins keeps. Just an odious game all around.
Miami 24 NY Jets 17
Just a spiritually wretched game that someone had the
audacity to win. Miami is all rolled out and exposed, either with Tua failing
his way to the shithouse or trading for Deshaun Watson which would open Miami
up to an unprecedented era of rape and cocaine, so they really have no way out
here other than to crawl into the taint of Don Shula’s elongated old man balls
and reminisce on things that happed 50 fucking years ago.
And the Jets, the forlorn fucking Jets just keep sticking
their head in the guillotine even when it isn’t forced upon them. That’s all
they know, head chopping death, their talisman a 78 year old horn dog who doesn’t
even give a fuck about the team, he just wants to know where the player’s wives
and girlfriends are while their dudes are busy getting brain damage for the
love of a stupid ball.
Joe Namath is basically Ric Flair, which is a pandora’s box we
don’t need to open right now. But it is safe to say that neither of these teams
are worth even the tiniest of shits and should be avoided at all costs.
Philadelphia 40 New Orleans 29
Tosh’s boys got to eat at the expense of an identity-less
Saints team. Jalen Hurts really didn’t do much in the passing game, but he ran
the ball like a college quarterback, which is seeping up to the NFL now. Yes,
the Eagles basically threw out the passing game and just ran the fucking ball
on New Orleans, who countered with a dick named Trevor Siemian who is
essentially just a scarecrow billowing in the wind.
New Orleans didn’t even get to run out Alvin Kamara, who is
probably the team’s identity, and it is the time in the season where attrition
weighs heavy and you get these geeks running out there playing NFL football
only it feels like you’re watching the left overs picked from prison yards and
pro wrestling.
It feels almost like a scam, especially to the good people
of New Orleans who don’t deserve this shit. They literally came to you with
their lives during Katrina and this is how you repay them, with low rent
fraudsters who are just hoping to catch on when the USFL starts its shit up
again. But fuck it, in the end, Tosh got to do a line of coke with Ben Franklin
or whoever the fuck is running the game in Philly these days, and we should
feel glad for him.
Washington 27 Carolina 21
Speaking of no names, the Washington whatever the fuck you
wanna call them, keep trotting out this Taylor Heinicke geek and while they’re
not winning, somehow they still were better than the fucking Panthers who were
throwing a reunion party with Cam Newton coming back to play with his favorite
McCaffrey.
Setting aside the fact that the Panthers still lost, what
happens in a month when ol’ Sam Darnold comes back from the hospital to find
his wife’s ex fucking her in the master bedroom? The Panthers surely can’t dick
tease both Cam Newton and Sam Darnold, right? At some point I feel like Easy Ed
McCaffrey pokes his head in and says he’s got not one, but two quarterbacks
ready to go in the Rocky Mountain version of the Manning Boys. But it has to
happen soon given the boys getting out of hand at Northern Colorado, where Easy
Ed set up a little mini-empire. A few weeks back, I might be imagining this
(you don’t want to explore the vistas in my mind) one of the sons actually got
into a fight with the fans, which means that Christian needs to smile brighter
and understand that he is taking on the entire McCaffrey lode. I just hope he
doesn’t choke on it.
Washington, of course, can fuck off.
San Francisco 30 Jacksonville 10
What the fuck is going on with these rookie quarterbacks? I
feel like they all were given the go ahead, to take the reins, but all over the
league they seem to be getting stuffed back in the pocket of ass spasming coaches,
too fucking scared to set the future on fire. And so they keep trotting out
Jimmy G who has to know that he is essentially a dead man walking because at
some point they will have to throw Trey Lance into the pool to see if he can
swim. The things is, though, THEY ALREADY DID THAT, and yet somehow they pulled
Lance out of the pool and told Jimmy G to go dive and find the maxi pad that
one of the girls let slip.
Jacksonville, of course, is a fucking wasteland zoo. No one
knows how many bodies are gonna turn up in the end, but they’re out there. Tony
Khan is running high on coke and trying to get Urban to back his story that the
stripper threw herself out of the car and Urban just stares at this nervous
blow factory and tells him to relax, he has GUYS for this type of shit. Aaron
Hernandez pops up in the back seat like the jackoffs in the Scream masks at the
end of that movie and it’s time to hit the clubs.
Cincinnati 32 Las Vegas 13
Everyone should be happy to see the Raiders crumbling into
the desert sands that they chose for themselves, like men digging their own
graves. But the thing is that the Bengals won not because Joe Burrow got all
the right cooter related shots, but because Joe Mixon ran them down. Yes, Joe
Mixon, also known as a dude who beat the shit out of his girlfriend and was
basically throwing hands at whatever delicate thing dared enter his fucking
beast master world.
To sum up, this a dark and terrible league, these idiots are
all bred on violence and fame, on a take what you want culture that sees whole
cities left raped and burned, babies being thrown in dumpsters all so that
these jackasses can get brain damaged before they leave their 40’s and then
they are just sniveling evil peanut heads, lashing out at nurses, raping their
own daughters because their senility leads them back to a time when they were
raping their mothers or whoever had the tragic experience to meet an NFL
football player, the grossest humans we have yet to make in a lab.
Kansas City 19 Dallas 9
This is kind of eye opening, because the Chiefs had sunk
into the abyss leading to the chaos of shitty teams trying to get out of the
AFC. But the Chiefs have seemingly pulled themselves together, and the offense
is still surprisingly not hopping, but the much maligned defense has risen up
to drag this team into the conversation.
And that’s where it would get super wild, if the Chiefs make
the playoffs, because at some point those guns have to start firing, right? And
if those guns were carried by the hapless crew for a time, maybe it will all be
for the better when they rise up, fully confident, guns blazing and the lads
proud to have gotten them there.
On the other hand, the Chief’s season has been stuttery as
fuck, wobbly and untrustworthy so I for one am not betting on them being the
scalp offered to Herr Brady.
Dallas… I already wrote Jerry Jones into the fucking ground,
which I hope you read, and if you didn’t, what the fuck is wrong with you???
No, for real, click around this shitburger of a blog and find the evisceration you
are looking for.
Arizona 23 Seattle 13
Whoa. Not only did the Cardinals execute the Seahawks, they
did it with their backup quarterback, old Texas college boy Colt McCoy.
Now, obviously I am saddened and BEGRIEVED by Kyler Murray
turning up lame, ruining my fantasy team dreams as Al somehow games yet another
of our endeavors. Seriously, this fucker is gobbling up everything from our shit
to Raven’s League of the Doomed soccer shit. I might have to get a team
together to black bag Al and keep him chilling in the cellar while I figure out
what to tell his wife when I’m done fucking her, and maybe this is where the
dumpster comes into play for the babies? No, for real, Al has the toughest skin
of any of us, so while I may be an unconscionable monster, Al will just roll
his eyes and live his best life and good for him.
But for real, the Cardinals look like they might have not
only a gamebreaker in Kyler Murray, but an entire system that is gaming the
rest of the league. Take note of this game because it is proof that whatever
they’ve got going on down there works.
Seattle is fading, mostly just a broken memory now. Russell
Wilson is cashed out, I think. He’s done. Fucked. Sacrificed to the sun gods in
the west so that Kylers can flourish. But a post Russell Wilson Seattle may as
well be a post Pete Carroll Seattle, which I mean the dude just plunged into
his 70s so it might be time for an entire reboot of the Seahawks soon.
LA Chargers 41 Pittsburgh 37
Goddammit, the fucking Steelers and that rapist monstrosity
just won’t fucking die already. This was a shootout and thankfully the Chargers
and Justin Herbert had more ammo than Rapes McGee over here. Just tie him up in
a sack and toss him into the river. Fuck that, the river doesn’t need to be
befouled by his stench. Throw him into a sewer, so that everyone may piss and
shit on his corpse for all time.
I have no idea who is going to come out of the AFC this
season, but that just means that Tom Brady is waiting, poised like a nazi
tiger, waiting to strike and kill whatever weakling trickles out into the jungle.
Could it be the Chargers? Sure, why not. Team on the rise, the world all out in
front of them, not ready to have their heads kicked in by a fucking psychopath
who will wear their heads like hats as he laughs with Gisele as they cruise on
down the highway to hell.
It better not be the fucking Steelers, who, as I just said
NEED TO BE DEALT WITH. Maybe I’m talking a fan outbreak, lots of loud noise and
some jackal hyena all coked up and screaming my words slices his Achilles and
the pigs can eat the rest.
Tampa Bay 30 NY Giants 10
Speak of the Psychopath, Tom let the Giants hang around for
a minute and then had them all executed, their corpses tossed in a giant
blender that Tom feeds from when he wakes up every morning. Big gristly meat
needs to get in there from time to time because Tom can’t survive and thrive
alone on the lighter fare, mostly children and immigrants.
And that’s all before he even steps outside for his morning
run, which is really just him chasing terrified immigrants and whoever escapes
gets to be sold back to whatever Arab slaver ship that comes around every
Friday. But whoever he catches gets to have the honor of fueling Team Brady,
who says he wants to play into his 50’s and he can so long as the bodies keep
going through the blender with no disruptions. I mean, what the fuck happens
when a hungry Tom can’t get his nutrients? Does he open his mouth and a horde
of bees with COVID tipped stingers comes flooding out to ruin the world? Jesus
Christ, just let the man eat.
The Giants are a nothing team with nothing going for them,
and they can kindly get fucked. But hold on, we may need to store them
somewhere for an emergency if the blender breaks down. Just crack these fools
open and let Tom suck the marrow from their bones as he cries and screams in a
rage that can only be satiated by more winning, eternally going on and on and
on until we are all just a slave race groveling before the Sun King.