All right guys, Fall is fast approaching and you know what that means. It’s time for football. Last year we all had a lot of fun (though I barely summarized each week’s results and that’s likely to be worse this year).
Without further ado, here is the info to join up.
Go to Yahoo’s Football Pick’em page. You’ll need a Yahoo! account.
Once there, choose to join a private group.
Group ID: 31839
Password: sharpie
I hope you all join.
So I’m currently 4 out of 5 and Henry forgot to pick confidence so he didn’t get any points (Henry, if you’re reading this, fix it before this weekend).
It’s a little embarressing. For a scot living in France, Stuart knows his football. In fact, he did better than anyone in my work football group.
Here’s my picks ordered from least confidence to most. Real winners are bold. Bold are picks that I had right. Italics are ones that I was wrong.
What’s interesting is that no one, save Stuart, thought New Orleans would win, not even Henry. That was a real coup. Other notable upsets were San Fransisco, Dallas, and Atlanta. As much as I hate St. Louis, I’m still surprised they lost to San Fransisco.
Everyone thought Minnesota was going to win over Tampa Bay, but it’s looking like they’ll be the big losers this year without Moss.
Having seen all the teams play, it’ll be interesting to see if everyone’s accurary improves or gets worse, particularly Stuart.
I know it’s late notice, but I just got turned on to Yahoo’s Football Pick’em page (like what I did last year, but automated, so scrap that idea).
Anyway, I expect all of you to join and participate especially Henry (that’s two mentions), Dana, and Katie. The group has 50 slots, so if it comes to that, it’ll be first come, first serve.
You need a Yahoo! id and enough time to pick teams to win (no spread) and assign confidence (1 - 16). Each week’s picks have to be in 5 minutes prior to the first game of the week. The Patriots are playing tonight, so you’ll need to enter your choices before then.
In order to join the group, just go to Pro Football Pick’em, click the “Sign Up” button (or “Create or Join Group” if you are a returning user). From there, follow the path to join an existing private group and when prompted, enter the following information…
Group ID#: 40151
Password: slappy
I’ll post my weekly results and analysis of the group’s performance each week. Sign up now!
I’m sure this will piss off a few people (and already has some others), but I saw my third Red Sox game of the season this past Tuesday night. And this is after the World Series I said that it would be impossible for me to see even a single game. But I digress.
Anyway, Allison invited me to go with her as part of a package deal that her mother had access to. The package was a bus ride into Boston, as much beer as you could drink, a sandwich, and a ticket to the game. Not that bad.
What was bad was the ride in. I started pounding beers, as did Allison. We arrived at the first and only rest stop on the way (from Worcester). I didn’t really feel like peeing and being all man, I didn’t to break the seal. Allison didn’t want to either, but I doubt it had anything to with wanting to be all man.
That decision caught up with me really quickly. We’d barely reached the 128 exit and I was dying to write my name in some snow. Well, the rest of the ride became a blur as that desire turned into a necessity. All I could think about was peeing and how immature not wanting to break the seal was.
Anyway, as we rolled (slowly) through Boston, I decided I just couldn’t wait any longer. My kidneys started to hurt. I shit you not. Thankfully Allison couldn’t wait either, so we jumped out of the bus in the middle of Boston. We rushed into the Cheesecake Factory. I swear to you, answering nature’s call never felt so good.
We walked out, saw that the bus was gone. We had to find Fenway. Thanks to having visited Dana so many times, I did. We were really close to her old apartment so I took charge (that’s 100% testosterone) to get us there an out into the second inning.
It was a good game, a 7-0 victory against the Reds (not that much of a triumph really). In fact, deep into the sixth inning it looked like Wells was going to pull out a no-hitter. Honestly though, the events preceding the game are far more exciting.
The ride home sucked. I don’t even want to relive it to write the story. $60 for all that was pretty worth it.
Time for me to brag a little. During my softball game on Tuesday night, I got on base every time I came to bat. I’m not talking about just one or two at-bats. I was up four times. One was a triple with two or three RBIs.
Of course, my fielding is still weak-ass, but I’ll sweep that under the rug.
