October and #Blogtober focus on scary things. The football game Thursday genuinely was scary. Scary-bad. The game between the Colts and the Broncos featured two very anemic offenses. I lamented that my pick for the game (Indy) would lose. Denver’s 6-3 halftime lead appeared insurmountable.
I partake in a picks league with several friends. Each week, we pick who we think is going to win the game. Straight up, no odds. Most times, it’s a coin-toss guess. We’ve been doing this for decades. There’s no real wager involved. The only thing at stake is the opportunity to laud one’s victory over another for grins and giggles. There is some serious bantering involved, often accompanied by a song parody, and some harsh verbal jabs. At the end of the day, it’s about bragging rights and having a little comedic relief.
At halftime of Thursday’s game, I decided to call it a night. After all, I had to get up early the next morning. I could not bear to watch any longer. Soon, I fell sound asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the screeching of some wild cats tussling outside our bedroom window. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my flash light and popped out the back patio door to see what all the commotion was about. Here lately, we’ve had coyotes, bobcats, foxes, a pack of raccoons, and an adventurous possum trolling our neighborhood and even visiting our backyard. This would not be unexpected in Marshall, where I grew up in the country on ten wooded acres. However, I live in the heart of Richardson (suburbia heaven).
Being awake and charged up, I checked my email and the score from last nights game(?) —-a battle between two woes. Like my friend LowDog, I went to bed thinking no way Indy comes back from the Broncos 6-3 halftime lead.
In the words of Gomer Pyle: “Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!!!”
Man, I’m not sure that the Colts don’t fire somebody even though they came back and won, miraculously overcoming what seemed like an HUGE 3-point lead. I remembered thinking that Indy’s head coach Frank Reich didn’t look long for the not-for-long league. There’s a ton of stress dominating his face. But things don’t look promising for the Broncos coaching staff who’s names I can’t remember—either. I’m sure soon neither will anyone in the NFL. I wondered, “Did they actually have a coach? Who came up with that game plan?”
For a “defensive” struggle it sure was uh-fensive. Sometimes we see games that feel like a Super Bowl preview. That certainly WAS NOT the case Thursday night. Both of these teams SUCK.
Ryan and Russell both look like the polar opposite of Tom Brady. But hey, playing armchair quarterback is easy.
Yay Colts. !(?)!
I headed back to bed. 4 am comes early.
Don’t forget to laugh. Laughter is good for the soul.
The Devotional Guy™