Kippah & Brades #5

The Flood’s Picks: Week 11

After a no-great-shakes-but-still-makes-money 9-5 performance last week to bring me to 81-58-5 on the season, I’m back with another week of exciting NFL picks.

     New England (-3) over East Rutherford Jets

Get used to me picking the Pats. I always do, but even with one of the worst injury bug infestations in recent memory (starting QB, safety, linebacker and top 9 RBs) the team is continuing to slowly figure out their new identity. That, and Mangini is yet to show he can outwit a motivated Belichick—look for a confused Favre to make a few key mistakes and the Pats to slug out a too-close-for-comfort 3-7 point win.

     Atlanta (-6) over Denver

See my comments from last week re: not betting against Matt Ryan (until Vegas catches up and overvalues him—which it seems on the verge of with a 6 point spread).

The Flood’s NFL Picks: Week 10

Greetings townies and townie-wannabes. After a couple weeks mourning the end of a sweet-and-sour Sox season I’m back to the blogosphere with a new weekly gimmick, an NFL picks column that will hopefully fill the dual-purpose of satisfying your unending need for new time-wasting internet nonsense now that the election’s over, and serving as an outlet for my overconfidence after a hot streak the last few weeks in my internet pick ‘em leagues that’s left me 72-53-5 against the spread so far this year (thus relieving the pressure that could lead me to bet actual money on these games just as I start regressing to the mean). So, without further adieu, here are the picks with home teams in bold

Denver (+3) over Cleveland

The worst passing defense in recent memory. A coach nicknamed Cromeo, who actually had to devote time this week to convincing the press that he makes decisions about who’s starting, not the fans. (His other nickname? Lil Romeo.) One starting quarterback has 8 career passing attempts. The other, according to my buddy Lindsay, hails from the lost tribe of Ugly-Baldwins. Who the hell knows. Take the points.  

Kippah & Brades, #4

Windianapolis It Is Not

Oh no!  My drop of a potential game-winning touchdown in a big game in Indianapolis has me labeled the New Reche Caldwell.  This fahkin' sucks it!

There is no need to belabor the point this morning.  No need for the Armchair Quarterback to suit up.  No need for all the sports talk radio callers to get their wonk on.  It's pretty simple: the Pats had this game, and they lost it.  It's not so much that the Colts won than the Pats lost.  They had the plan.  They put the people, and the ball, where they wanted it.  And they just kinda blew it.  

Kinda came down to a few key plays.  Indy made their big field goal (Eff You, Benedictieri!), nailed their two-point conversion (even with a rattle your balls off the couch hit from Meriweather on Wayne).  The Pats missed on their two-point conversion.  David Thomas made an incredibly stupid penalty, knocking the Pats out of field goal or potential game-winning drive range.  And Jabar Dropney just screwed the pooch and shit the bed on that perfectly thrown ball from Matt Passel.  Dudes and dudettes, even TFB might not have been able to throw a better pass.

No, seriously, Gaffney, how the fahk did you drop that pass???!!!

Fitzy Live in Boston PLUS a Revealing Question…

Yes, Your Old Pal Fitzy is Hosting the BSTF 5th Annual Comedy Fundraiser Spectacular this Thursday, October 30th @ Nick's Comedy Stop in Boston.  It's sure to be a GFYtastic show, featuring yours truly as host, plus 4 other fantastic funnymen.  Add in some drinks, free snacks, some possible prizes and you have yourself the ultimate Halloween Pre-game comedy party.  PLUS it's for charity, so if the $50 seems hefty consider it your good deed of the fall.  Proceeds beenfit The Children's Room and Home Start.

Also, a question - today's NSFW challenge, if you will (you've been warned about the visuals - they are awesome, but nobody email me and tell me you got fired for this, OK?):  Recently I saw in this post from our friends at With Leather what I considered reason enough to root for the Phillies.  Wow, just wow.  Great work everyone.  And a helluva Halloween costume, right?

THEN somebody sent me THIS link of a lady indelightful TFB body paint (must have been a SB 42 stunt - we always knew Brady was the tits!), and it begs the question: is this the same lovely lady? Everything says yes, yes it is.  And if that's her job to bodypaint her way to more men's computers via painted-on jerseys on players in championship events, well...let me be the first to say GFY, sweetheart!  GOOD FOR YOU!  I'd ike to encourage more homemade, well-drawn costumes like this for Halloween.

If you have questions about the show gimme a shout at . Let's go Celtics!  Let's go Pats!  Everybody else GFY!

A Faulking Good Win

Kevin Faulk doing an imitation of the dance Fitzy performed after he caught the game-winning touchdown yesterday against the Rams.

Oops, he did it again!  The league's best third-down back and one of the most underrated offensive players in the NFL came through the in the Sunday clutch and helped the Pats beat a resilient Rams squad, 23-16.  Few games in recent memory that ended with the good guys winning may have provoked more terrible language and colorful cursing from yours truly, and if you watched the game I'm sure you understand why (and if you didn't watch don't tell me you went apple-picking or did something nice 'n family!  THAT'S WHAT SATURDAYS ARE FOR, PEOPLE!)

I know it was a beautiful Fall Sunday and shit, but if this was you yesterday, not watching the Pats/Rams game, then I'm afraid youre going to have to turn in your Man Club membership card with Janice at the front desk.  Also your beer license is suspended.

There were moments that were absolutely infuriating, like Avery getting by Hobbs on that deep ball, and then O'Neal crashing into Hobbs, allowing Avery to take it to the house (Avery might as well have been wearing a Ghost Rider mask yesterday he was torching the Pats secondary so bad).  The defense was not in prime form in the first half, alot of soft spots in zones that Marc Bulger found, much to the frustration of the Pats and the fans.  Still, holding them to 10 points was pretty sweet, as it was one of those "It's halftime?  And the Rams only have 10 points?  Shit, OK, coulda fooled me, but I'l take it.  And another beer, stat!"

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Kippah & Brades, #2

Game 6 Flood Report

ONE MORE!!!

True to my word in an email to friends about yesterday’s post, I’ll be blogging after every game from here on out, hopefully for another week or so. (That email also featured multiple typos, including a misspelling of TownieNews.com. My publicity director days are numbered.)

I watched the game at Maison Jawff-Man last night. Here are some thoughts from the two of us (his are the funny/insightful ones):

 --I’m not even going to mention TBS’ technical difficulties. I’m not going to talk about the Twilight Zone feeling of tuning in at 7:55 to find a BBC bloopers clip show hosted by Dick Clark and a lady who apparently was on the Hughleys (when did that show air, like 5 years ago?) but who I only remembered from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air. Or the shock of that show ending and an episode of the Steve Harvey show coming on—seriously, I’d rather have Paul Harvey at that point.

I won’t dwell on what it felt like to log on to mlb.com, tbs.com and espn.com and find no mention of whateverthehell was going on (thank you Boston.com for being on top of things). Nope, I won’t even mention how technical difficulties are understandable, but cutting to a crappy re-run that probably 50 people watched when it first aired instead of finding someone, SOMEWHERE to at least do audio-play-by-play and explain what the hell was happening in the most anticipated baseball game since Game 1 of last year’s series or game 6 or 7 of last year’s ALCS is completely inexcusable. (I don’t care if the entire Atlanta TBS headquarters were down, you can’t find a guy with a cellphone at the game to call in to CNN headquarters and broadcast the audio on TBS? I don’t buy it.) Or how glad I was we had a radio to listen to, unlike 700 people at the
Cask 'n Flagon, which must have been bordering on Thunderdome-territory by 8:20 PM. Nope, you won’t hear a peep out of me about any of that.