Bengals-Rams: Running Super Bowl LVI thread

I made it about 30 seconds into that. What utter nonsense.

 

My favorite Cowherd take was that teams should draft quarterbacks based on attractiveness, because it made for self-confidence.

LeBatard’s celebrity pickers this season, filled with people who know nothing about football, were 10 games better against the spread than Cowherd’s weekly picks this season.

 

I would be in favor of a federal law that media folks, print, radio and TV, be required to bet their own money on every NFL pick they make. Sum needn't be a lot, but it can't be like five bucks, either.

 

Detroit is supportive of Matthew Stafford as he tries to win the Super Bowl he never could for the Lions

 

I never wanted to make picks when I was a sportswriter, but most of the newspapers I worked for made me. Always hated doing it.

One year when I was covering high schools, we had staff pics for all the area games. I tried to opt out but the SE would not allow it. So I protested by picking the home team in every game. I ended up right around .500 for the season.

 

I've posted this here before, but in 1989, the Herald gave me the weekly NFL gambling column. I wound up about .500 for the year, which meant I lost money against the vig, but mostly I used it to write stuff that interested me about football and math, trying to make it funny. Before the playoffs, I was relieved from this duty with the memorable words of my editor, "We believe nothing's sacred at the Herald, but you can't make fun of gambling!"

 

One of the stupidest things readers care about

 

The stupid thing is they think we know what we're talking about.

 

OK, I did not expect an NFL team owner to do something like this … but Jim Irsay is weird.

 

As a desker, even I had to make prep football picks. I picked the underdog every week.

I was having lunch at a bar down the street one day, and a table of folks were discussing the picks -- in particular my picks -- and how stupid I was. One ol' boy up and says, That swingline is a dickhead. I was sitting two tables away, laughing to myself.

One time, one of my picks came in, a big underdog winning. Our writer came back and said the coach held up our paper in the locker room and said, Only swingline believed in us!