It’s Sunday


Nice NFL Sunday here, and I’m under my betting limit with the book so I can just relax and watch some football. First and foremost on my watch list today is the Carolina Panthers and Cam Newton, I think they’ll right the ship in cold and snowy Minnesota.

Other than that I’ll just kind of relax and take in all the action that I can today. My little daughter has on her Giants gear and is ready for the games to start. NFL has lost some of it’s magic with me this year. More than any year in my adult life.

It’s Sunday


First snow weekend of the year and my daughter is still not here!

It’s a really nice week of NFL with the Seahawks at Arrowhead Stadium to take on the Chiefs. The Lions travel to the desert in Arizona to battle Drew Stanton and the Cardinals.

The night cap is Andrew Luck and the Colts hosting the Patriots to Indianapolis for Sunday Night Football. I am just praying that today is the day my daughter comes.

My Birthday Sunday


All in all, it wasn’t a bad NFL Sunday the day before my 32nd birthday. Ironically, probably my last without being a father. I got to have dinner with my family and watched my wife’s team go to Seattle to battle the Seahawks in the rain and elements. My dad watched the game with me and I really enjoyed myself for a couple hours. I love this time of year with the good football on and the holiday commercials starting and there’s an authentic chill in the air that lets you know what time of year it is.

The Seahawks won the game 38-17 to put a lid on the four-team teaser I bet, one I shouldn’t have had if not for a birthday miracle score late by the Steelers. Russell Wilson ran for 107 yards and a touchdown, while Marshawn Lynch scored four.

This was the Sunday that Carson Palmer tore up his knee, the same knee he tore up the last time I watched the Bengals with my grandmother, God rest her soul.

This was also the Sunday that Matthew Stafford and the Lions put together a last second drive to beat (and cover) the Miami Dolphins in Detroit.

A pretty exciting Sunday, even if I’m stuck in purgatory with no particular team at the moment. I cannot wait to meet my little daughter. As long as I have her, I have everything I need. The NFL has always been pretty good to me on my birthday weekend. Lady Luck shined upon me just enough today.

It’s Sunday


It’s Sunday. It’s probably finally my last Sunday without being a father. It’s almost my birthday. These NFL Sunday’s in my life have been very good to me in my past. But man, football season doesn’t feel good this year at all.

My fantasy teams all suck ass. I am losing money left and right on the fixed intricacies of the sport, every team I like sucks; Foles hurt, Newton stinking. Every team and player I like just blows. Madden 15 is awful. Football just doesn’t feel good to me anymore. This too, shall turn perhaps.

Today we’re headed to my family’s for dinner. My wife’s team plays a team I like with a lot of rain headed into Seattle (Giants at Seahawks). I’ve got a four team teaser that maybe I’ll hit for my birthday.

And no matter what happens I have a greater perspective now. This is obviously happening for a reason, so I don’t care as much about the money grubbing sport as I did in my youth so I can spend the time and be a better father. That has to be it. There’s nothing about this sport I really care about that much anymore.