Week 16 NFL Picks

We’re almost there. Here are our standings following Chris’s 6-5 victory last week.

James +5
Matt +4
Kristen +1
Chris 0
Harry -3
Dave -3
Amanda -3
Ryan -6

Ryan is up this week and while it would be a monumental upset for him to get into the championship game, he’s not too far away from being able to leapfrog himself ahead of the pack at -3. Here’s our picks:

Jason’s Picks
Tennessee (-2.5) over San Diego
Atlanta (-9.5) over Buffalo
Kansas City (+14.5) over Cincinnati
Cleveland (-2.5) over Oakland
Green Bay (-15) over Seattle
Houston (+3) over Miami
New York Giants (-6.5) over Carolina
Jacksonville (+7.5) over New England
New Orleans (-15.5) over Tampa Bay
Pittsburgh (-1) over Baltimore
Arizona (-15.5) over St. Louis
San Francisco (-12) over Detroit
Philadelphia (-9) over Denver
New York Jets (+8) over Indianapolis
Dallas (-6.5) over Washington *
Minnesota (-7.5) over Chicago

Ryan’s Picks
San Diego (+2.5) over Tennessee *
Buffalo (+9.5) over Atlanta
Kansas City (+14.5) over Cincinnati
Oakland (+2.5) over Cleveland
Seattle (+15) over Green Bay
Houston (+3) over Miami
New York Giants (-6.5) over Carolina
New England (-7.5) over Jacksonville
New Orleans (-15.5) over Tampa Bay
Baltimore (+1) over Pittsburgh
Arizona (-15.5) over St. Louis
Detroit (+12) over San Francisco
Denver (+9) over Philadelphia
Indianapolis (-8) over New York Jets
Dallas (-6.5) over Washington
Minnesota (-7.5) over Chicago

Week 15 NFL Picks

(Editor’s Note: I promise you that Chris and I made our picks before games were played this week. And I apologize for posting this after the games were played. On the bright side, 30 million+ Americans will have health care coverage)

Little time for banter this week. I defeated Harry 7-5 last week. Here are our current standings:

Jim: +5
Matt: +4
Kristen: +1
Chris: -1
Harry: -3
Dave: -3
Amanda: -3
Ryan: -6

This week, we’re joined by Chris who needs a miracle to make the championship round in Week 17. In the event of a tie, I will flip a coin. I’m not even joking. On to the picks. Chris and I notified each other of our picks prior to Thursday and Saturday’s games.

Jason’s Picks
Jacksonville (+3.5) over Indianapolis
New Orleans (-8) over Dallas
Chicago (+11) over Baltimore
Buffalo (+8) over New England
Arizona (-11.5) over Detroit
Cleveland (+1) over Kansas City
New York Jets (-6) over Atlanta
Philadelphia (-10) over San Francisco
Houston (-12.5) over St. Louis *
Miami (+4) over Tennessee
Denver (-13) over Oakland
Cincinnati (+7) over San Diego
Green Bay (+1) over Pittsburgh
Seattle (-8) over Tampa Bay
Minnesota (-8) over Carolina
Washington (+2.5) over New York Giants

Chris’s Picks
Indianapolis (-3.5) over Jacksonville
Dallas (+8) over New Orleans
Chicago (+11) over Baltimore
New England (-8) over Buffalo
Arizona (-11.5) over Detroit
Cleveland (+1) over Kansas City
New York Jets (-6) over Atlanta
San Francisco (+10) over Philadelphia
Houston (-12.5) over St. Louis
Miami (+4) over Tennessee
Oakland (+13) over Denver
Cincinnati (+7) over San Diego
Pittsburgh (-1) over Green Bay
Seattle (-8) over Tampa Bay
Minnesota (-8) over Carolina
Washington (+2.5) over New York Giants

(Chris did not remember to pick a lock of the week prior to emailing me his picks. For this, I will not lose a point for getting my lock wrong. It’s not like we’re keeping track of my points anyway.)

Pants

I ripped my pants while walking to my train tonight. A small tear just below the left pocket. I realized that this tear happened when I sat down in my seat on the train (Completely uninteresting sidenote: I NEVER sit on the train. There just happened to be a near-empty car, so I took a seat. Had I not sat down, I likely never would have noticed the tear until someone pointed it out to me next week when I wear my black suit again.)

Those who know me well, and thus are likely reading this now, know that I tend to have a bit of a temper when it comes to seemingly innocuous things. One night, Amanda watched in wonderment/horror as I repeatedly slammed the roll of aluminum foil against the countertop because it wasn’t unwrapping properly. Do I realize that this is ridiculous? Certainly. However, that doesn’t stop me.

So it was incredibly troubling to me that I did not react negatively to this tear. It occurred to me that my suit wasn’t terribly cheap and that replacing my pants would be a costly measure, relatively speaking. But I did not get angry. Not one bit. And it scared me. It made me nervous. And it also got my mind-a-thinkin’.

The most memorable moment of non-anger in my life came during a turning point in my life. In the midst of my period of unease, post college graduation (flowery terms!) I was in an auto accident. Details aside, my car, my pride and joy, was destroyed. And I knew it the moment I got out of the car.

The only other time I was in an accident, when I was 18, an elderly women (who wasn’t supposed to be driving I found out later from her daughter who called my home to apologize) pulled out of an intersection to take a left and just stopped her car. Right in the middle of the road, leaving me no alternative but to hit her car. I flipped out. I threw a rock. I cursed. I was a jackass. But I was emotional, at least.

Sitting on the train I couldn’t help but think back to the rainy November night when I lost my car because some idiot couldn’t decide whether they wanted to make a right turn. And I couldn’t help but think of how I reacted. Calmly getting out of my car and making sure that the woman was okay and talking rationally to her and telling her that everything was going to be fine and that, “A car is just a car. I’m just happy we’re both okay.” I remember saying that now and I think, “Who was I?” I don’t believe that. That car meant more to me than 98% of humanity does. I drove that car to Canada, West Virginia, Florida, Philly, god knows how many times to New York City, oh, and close to 8,000 miles in one trip around the United States in 2 weeks. And that’s not to count the number of long, random night drives down dark back roads and trips to Boston and Providence. That car was as much a part of my life as anything ever was. A car is not just a car. And my car deserved better than my reaction the night that it died.

My pants will never be as important to me or as defining as my car was, but they’re still a part of me. Once a week. Every week. The loss however, isn’t a life-changer. Not even in the least bit. Pants are replaceable. However, as I found out, a car is not always replaceable because the memories that you had with it aren’t. So my advice to you is to find something that defines you once you finish reading my self-indulgence and appreciate it if only for a little bit. Thank it, no matter how inanimate, for being there for you. As I found out 2 years and 26 days ago, it can go away in an instant. I was reminded of that tonight looking at a hole in my pants.

Week 14 NFL Picks

Well, my winning streak came to a screeching halt last week as I finished with only 3 correctly picked games, but two total points as I lost my “Lock of the Week.” Jim, also missed on his “LotW,” but was able to finish with 4 total points and thus, becomes the only competitor to beat me twice this season. With his 4-2 victory, here are our standings as we have hit the home stretch:

Jim +5
Matt +4
Kristen +1
Chris -1
Harry -1
Dave -3
Amanda -3
Ryan -6

This week sees the first of two consecutive needed miracle weeks for Chris and Harry. With Harry up for Week 14, let’s take a look at our picks. For posterity’s sake, we both made our Thursday picks before the game. He emailed it to me and I confided in Amanda and as you’ll see, neither of us are lying.

Jason’s Picks
Pittsburgh (-10) over Cleveland
New Orleans (-10.5) over Atlanta *
Detroit (+14) over Baltimore
Green Bay (-3) over Chicago
Houston (-5.5) over Seattle
Denver (+7.5) over Indianapolis
Miami (+2.5) over Jacksonville
Buffalo (+1) over Kansas City
Cincinnati (+7) over Minnesota
New England (-13) over Carolina
Tampa Bay (+5) over New York Jets
Tennessee (-14) over St. Louis
Washington (PK) over Oakland
Dallas (-2.5) over San Diego
Philadelphia (PK) over New York Giants
San Francisco (+3) over Arizona

Harry’s Picks
Pittsburgh (-10) over Cleveland
New Orleans (-10.5) over Atlanta
Detroit (+14) over Baltimore *
Green Bay (-3) over Chicago
Seattle (+5.5) over Houston
Denver (+7.5) over Indianapolis
Miami (+2.5) over Jacksonville
Buffalo (+1) over Kansas City
Minnesota (-7) over Cincinnati
New England (-13) over Carolina
New York Jets (-5) over Tampa Bay
St. Louis (+14) over Tennessee
Oakland (PK) over Washington
Dallas (-2.5) over San Diego
Philadelphia (PK) over New York Giants
Arizona (-3) over San Francisco

I Love Eating Tacos With Uncooked Chicken and I Love the BCS

There was a lot that happened yesterday in college football that made me wonder, “Why do I love this stuff?” For all of the angst and frustration that I feel, there almost isn’t enough enjoyment to balance it out. Especially on days like yesterday. First, the enjoyment:

The Cincinnati/Pittsburgh game was not a well played football game. Neither team was capable of making a real defensive stand, with the exception of Cincinnati’s final stand. But what it lacked in defensive execution, it entirely made up for in “I can’t believe this is happening” joy. I called the game over in the second quarter when Cincinnati looked dead, down 3 TD’s, just before Mardy Gilyard returned a kickoff for touchdown to breathe some life into the team. The turning point was when Tony Pike decided to wake up and be the quarterback he’s capable of. Cincy won the game because of a missed extra point (each team missed a PAT) and won the Big East and a trip to a BCS game.

And then Alabama dismantled Florida. There’s not much else to say. Alabama outplayed Florida on both sides of the football. Greg McElroy looked like a real quarterback and Mark Ingram won the Heisman Trophy with his performance (apologies to Toby Gehrhart who didn’t have a game yesterday). Tim Tebow, on the other hand, looked like a mediocre college quarterback. And it was sad. I’d go into detail about how much respect I have for him, but there is a time for that in the future. For now, kudos to a deserving Alabama team. They looked unbeatable yesterday.

Texas on the other hand, should have lost and even though they won, and read me clearly here, DO NOT DESERVE TO PLAY ALABAMA IN THE BCS NATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP GAME. Texas should have lost a game to a Nebraska team that cannot score points. The clock ran out on Texas and they got another chance from the referees. How often do we see a field goal go through and an extra second runs off the clock? 80% of the time? 90%? How can we tell when the ball hits the ground on the sideline? The clock ran out on Texas’ season and the refs let them off the hook. They gave Texas a chance to win a game they did not deserve. And they were able to sneak a field goal around an upright and backdoor their sorry behinds into a game against Alabama where if all goes well, they’ll get the tar beaten out of them by Rolando McClain and Terrence Cody.

Make no mistake about it, Texas Christian University deserves to play Alabama in the title game and this is only about money. The University of Texas is a bigger ratings draw. And money and ratings means far more to the NCAA than fairness does or ever will. There is nothing fairer than a playoff. There are three undefeated teams (TCU, Cincinnati, and Boise State) who will not have a chance to play for a National Championship. As of 8:30 tonight, when the BCS games are announced, TCU, Boise, and Cincinnati’s seasons will essentially be over as they’ll be forced to play a meaningless game that solely exists for the NCAA to make more money off of 20 year olds. The NCAA is the real criminal here. The university presidents and conference commissioners who keep us from having an 8 or 16 team FBS playoff are nothing, if not money hungry, greedy, and selfish.

I’m not the first person to say this and I won’t be the last, but the BCS was designed to keep from having a questionable outcome to the college football season. Last year, Oklahoma and Texas had one loss each. Texas beat Oklahoma head-to-head. But Texas didn’t get to play in the National Championship game. Does that seem fair? In 2004, Auburn and Utah finished their seasons undefeated. Neither had a chance to play for a National Championship. The year before, Louisiana State and Southern California split a National Championship with each other. Did they play to determine a sole winner? Nope. We just say that they both won the National Championship that year. Fair? Nope. Logical? Not at all. Stupid? Absolutely.

And that, above all else, is what the BCS is. It is a stupid and unfair system to make more money for the NCAA through sponsorships and television contracts. In the old Mid-Atlantic Bias, I outlined a sensible and easy way to have a playoff. Many people have done this. The NCAA doesn’t care. The NCAA won’t care. I also blame the television networks. They are the only ones who can fix this. If Fox and ABC and CBS and NBC refused to bid for the rights to broadcast games, the NCAA would adopt a playoff faster than Elin Nordgren Woods renegotiated her prenuptial agreement. Until that happens though, Horned Frogs, Bearcats, and Broncos won’t be given the opportunity that they deserve. It’s high time that we stop punishing teams for being perfect. What more can you be than perfect? To the NCAA: Money.

College

So, I’ve made a mistake or two in my life. Human and all. But to me, the biggest mistake of my life and one that I’ll never be able to right, is my choice of college. I didn’t try hard enough in high school. If I had, I could have gone to a better school than I did. Money was a factor too. Neither of my parents went to college and I don’t think either had any idea how college gets paid for. And thus, I ended up at a state college 20 miles from my home, just like I had said I wouldn’t throughout my childhood.

If you could indulge me in a fit of grandeur, I’d like to be 17 again and get to choose where I would spend the next five years of my life (Yes, I’m going to take an extra year too).

There’s a lot that plays into the decision of where to go to college. Majors. That’s very important. I went to a school whose broadcasting/communication department was markedly behind the facilities I used in high school. I probably could have done some investigation into that matter prior to applying to BSC. But I didn’t. And my dream of being a broadcaster was sort of dead on arrival.

Beyond education, there’s a lot more though that should go into the undergrad decision. Like athletics (if you like that sort of thing). And location. And thus, weather. Internship opportunities are huge because you don’t get a job without one unless you’re lucky or “know people” (neither of these apply to me). And there’s other stuff too. So where should 25 year old Jason pretending he’s 17 years old go to college? Let’s break it down.

I’m going to major in communication no matter what, I feel. It’s just what I enjoy. I don’t have the voice for broadcasting though, so I’ll need to learn how to do other things. I’m thinking I’d like to be a video editor. Or maybe a more successful version of what I am now. A cool advance person. So who has a great communication program and the opportunity to intern in a place where I can get my foot in the door? (I’m using U.S. News and World Report) Carnegie-Mellon University is regarded as the best school for Communication/Media. And I like Pittsburgh a lot. But the weather would be tough and the school isn’t exactly an athletic juggernaut. The next two, California Institute of the Arts and Rhode Island School of Design have obvious flaws (athletics, one of them is in Rhode Island). Needing a school with athletics, my options in the top 10 are UCLA, USC, and Virginia Commonwealth. The latter is eliminated because it is in Richmond, VA. The other two are too easy. Huge athletic programs. In Los Angeles. Lots of feelings of entitlement. I’ve never encountered a person in my life from either school that could be considered “down to earth,” and it’s understandable. I mean, it’s L.A. And it’s not for me.

So I resign myself to the fact that I’m not going to get a Top-10 school, but really, I’m not exactly Top-10 material.

Now is probably a good time to describe what I want in the athletic world. I want a school where there is a passionate fanbase and a successful basketball or football (preferably the latter) team, but not USC successful. I don’t necesarily want to root for a football factory. I want a program. And a Division I program. So every state school that doesn’t have a Division I basketball and football program, please take a hike.

When it comes to weather, I’m flexible. I don’t need to be in Hawaii. In fact, it would be too expensive. I also don’t want the University of Maine (for a variety of reasons). My ideal climate is whatever you call Berkeley, California’s climate. Or something close to it.

So here we are. I want a school with good athletics, enjoyable weather, decent opportunity for post-college success, and a communication program that is better than my high school’s. But there’s something that we’ve missed. Location! What if I could get all of these things while also living in a big city without all of L.A.’s pretense? Where can I do that?

University of Washington

I’d have a Pac-10 athletic program. Not too much success, but enough that I’d want to go to all of the games and root for the teams. The weather is not a problem. I’m not that concerned about it being cloudy. I would have plenty of internship opportunities living in Seattle. Oh, and I’d live in Seattle. And, low and behold, they have my major.

So now it’s your turn, readers of the Mid-Atlantic Bias (now the Pacific Northwest Bias). If you could do it all again, where would you end up?

Week 13 NFL Picks

(Editor’s Note: Jim pointed out in the comments section that upon my initial posting, I forgot to include his lock of the week. Consider it included. Thank you James.)

Week 12 saw my winning streak continue with a 6-4 victory over Dave, with us both hitting on our Locks of the Week. Here are our standings as we get closer to the championship week:

Matt +4
Jim +3
Kristen +1
Chris -1
Harry -1
Dave -3
Amanda -3
Ryan -6

This week sees Jim attempting to essentially lock up the second championship spot (with Matt almost assured of the other) barring a big week by Harry or Chris. Here are our picks:

Jason’s Picks
Buffalo (+1) over New York Jets
Philadelphia (-5) over Atlanta
Carolina (-6.5) over Tampa Bay
Chicago (-9.5) over St. Louis
Cincinnati (-14) over Detroit
Tennessee (+8) over Indianapolis
Houston (PK) over Jacksonville
Denver (-4) over Kansas City
Pittsburgh (-11.5) over Oakland
New Orleans (-9.5) over Washington
New England (-5) over Miami
San Diego (-13.5) over Cleveland
Dallas (-1) over New York Giants
San Francisco (-1) over Seattle
Minnesota (-4.5) over Arizona *
Baltimore (+3) over Green Bay

Jim’s Picks
New York Jets (-1) over Buffalo
Atlanta (+5) over Philadelphia
Carolina (-6.5) over Tampa Bay
Chicago (-9.5) over St. Louis
Cincinnati (-14) over Detroit
Tennessee (+8) over Indianapolis
Jacksonville (PK) over Houston
Denver (-4) over Kansas City
Pittsburgh (-11.5) over Oakland
New Orleans (-9.5) over Washington
New England (-5) over Miami
San Diego (-13.5) over Cleveland
Dallas (-1) over New York Giants
San Francisco (-1) over Seattle
Minnesota (-4.5) over Arizona *
Green Bay (-3) over Baltimore

People I Admire (Volume III)

There was a time many years ago (like 4) when I started to realize that my favorite athletes were getting younger than me. Kevin Durant was a big one for me. The biggest was LeBron James. He may only be two months younger than I, but he’s a world more accomplished than I’ll ever be. And was at the age of 16. I feared for a while that I would begin to dislike sports because the athletes were going to be getting younger than I. And while I began to dislike sports a little, or at least like them in a different way, it was never really because the athletes were younger. I found that, yes, I could root for “kids.”

Now, admire kids, that was another story. I never thought that I’d be able to look at someone 4 years my junior and think, “Now there’s someone I can look up to.” That was until Tim Tebow came along.

During Tebow’s first year at the University of Florida he rubbed me the wrong way. He celebrated two yard runs like he was winning an Olympic medal. He was like a vulture. Chris Leak would drive the Gators down the field while the Gator fans sat on their hands. And then they’d get to the two-yard line and bring in the big fullback/quarterback Freshman guy, the fans would go bananas, he’d jump pass into the endzone, flail his arms around, and everyone would be happy. And then the Gators won the National Title. And his legacy grew, even if Chris Leak was immeasurably more responsible for that title than Tebow.

Something happened though during that National Title dismantling of Ohio State. I grew to appreciate Tebow. I could sense that he was more happy than everyone else, especially the always vanilla Leak, to be playing football. I didn’t think he could be successful as a full-time starter (I was wrong), but I began to love his genuine energy and enjoyment of football.

On the football field, I admire Tim Tebow because there is something different about his celebrations. There is nothing calculated about them. He is like a volcano. His lava bubbles to the surface pre-snap, and by the time the whistle blows the play dead, everything around Tim Tebow becomes Pompeii. He loves the game that he is so good at. He cares so much about winning and trying his best. You know, all that cliche stuff that is never really genuine. Except it is with him. With Tebow, I get the feeling that he knows that he’s not supremely blessed with football talents. He’s not a good passer. His mechanics are atrocious. He is not fast. I would be surprised if he runs a 4.6 40-yard dash at the combine. He’s hardly ever taken a traditional snap and thus has hardly ever executed a traditional hand off to a running back. But for all of those holes in his Quarterbacking game, there is no shortage of passion and love for football. Tim Tebow loves what he does more than you do. And I do. And almost anyone does.

Off the football field, Tim Tebow is a perfect person. Tebow performs missionary work, preaches, goes to class, doesn’t have a cocktail waitress mistress, and is somehow still a virgin despite the fact that anyone would sleep with him (oh, and he goes to the University of Florida). Watching Tim Tebow during his tenure at Florida has made me wish I had a son to share him with.

Whether you’re a Gator, a Nole, a Cane, or have no idea what I’m talking about, take a moment this weekend (Saturday at 4 p.m. on CBS) to watch Tebow perform his craft in the SEC Championship Game and de facto National Seminfinal game. No matter the result, it will be Tebow’s second-to-last college game. So do yourself a favor, while you can and even if you don’t love football, watch someone work so hard to be as good at their job as they can possibly be. Tebow has never played halfheartedly. And he assuredly won’t do so on Saturday. His beloved Gators may lose to Alabama, but it won’t be because Tim Tebow left anything in his tank. He leaves everything on every field that he ever steps on. One of the many reasons that I admire him and will miss him greatly when his college career is over.

Jerks

While I was away, there were a few news stories that captured the imagination of the Americas. I’d like to talk about these stories.

The big sports story of the moment actually has far more to do with TMZ (feel free to go back and watch my video now) than with ESPN, though the Leader has decided to up the ante on their coverage of this story, reporting pieces of “investigative” “journalism” from TMZ as though they were from the NYT. There’s a world of things that may have happened between Tiger and Elin Woods. He may have cheated on her with a sunglasses aficionado. She may have smacked him in the face with a 3 wood. She may have smashed the windows on his Cadillac Escalade. He may have a golf cart sitting in his front yard. The one definite in this story is that Tiger Woods and his PR machine botched this story worse than OJ and AC botched their trip to Mexico in 1994. How easy would it have been for Tiger Woods to just tell “the truth?” I mean, what’s more likely? That Tiger Woods was leaving his house at 2:30 in the morning, backed out of the driveway, hit a fire hydrant, careened into a neighbors yard, hit a tree, and was knocked unconscious or that he got into a fight with his wife, tried to leave, and boom went the dynamite? As it stands right now, his career path has changed. He is no longer immaculate. And there will always be a cloud over him until he comes clean. It’s not that he owes it to us. It’s that he owes it to himself.

The big non-story of the moment has everything to do with TMZ. I’m not one to criticize those who are obsessed with celebrity. My TMZ video is clearly the highpoint of the first 25 years of my life. But I do have a bit of a problem with wealthy blowhards who are obsessed with being more wealthy and famous. I am of course, talking about the Salahi’s, who “attended” the first White House state dinner. Watching these two morons I get the feeling that the man, Tareq, is just along for the ride while his smiling wife Michelle (whose name I refuse to spell “correctly”) tries her darnedest to get famous. People like this just make me so unnecessarily angry. The silver lining of all of this is that hopefully the White House security will be extra careful all the time. The turd-colored lining is if these two nitwits give an idea to some other nitwit who wants to “meet” the President and his family. I hope that the Salahi’s go to jail for as long a time as possible. Maybe they can get famous there.