Suicide Watch Week 13: Romo Time In Zombie LandDeath has turned me cold. I’m like Frankie Carbone frozen in the back of the meat truck when it comes to my postmortem NFL picks. I’ve gone 0-2 (3-3 overall) since being knocked out of the Suicide Pool in week 10.
Suicide Watch Week 12: Zombie Suicide Watch Goes With The LionsBack in week 7, I wrote about the lack of teams you can trust with your life in the Suicide Pool, and that trend hasn’t changed. There are 15 teams that are currently 4-6 or worse, and another four stuck at .500.
Suicide Watch Week 11: Zombie Suicide Watch All week I was preparing for Carson Palmer to kill me. I had my Carson Palmer armor ready to go Sunday morning, and was fully protected to face the wrath of the roadblock game that was thrown in the middle of the road.
Suicide Watch Week 10: Passing The RoadblockIf I had to make a list of NFL players and coaches never to bet on, Carson Palmer and Wade Phillips would easily crack the top five.
Suicide Watch Week 9: Halfway HomeHey, congrats to those of you who are still with us. You’ve made it through eight weeks, and it’s on to the back nine. Many have failed to make it this far, whether by trusting the wrong quarterback on the road or thanks to a home team letdown, so take second to give yourself a high-five. You earned it.
Suicide Watch Week 8: Riding The JaguarsConfession time: I was worried about my pick last week. For those who missed it, I had the Chargers on the road in Jacksonville. At the time, I was concerned about the Chargers’ inconsistent play (they hadn’t won back-to-back games), their short week combined with a trip across the country and a puzzling seven-point spread.
Suicide Watch Week 7There have only been five teams in the league you can count on for survival. And I mean really count on. They rarely make you sweat, and when they do it’s only a temporary perspiration until they regain control of the game. These teams are the Broncos, Chiefs, Patriots, Seahawks and Saints.
Suicide Watch Week 6: Cashing InFor five weeks I’ve been walking on eggshells around the NFL schedule trying to avoid the landmine game that would blow me out of the 94WIP Suicide Pool.