4. Tenn at NewO
Holy carp!! Has anyone else noticed NBC's Sunday night football has tried to be like old school Monday night football. What with that blonde Faith Hill and her shrills of country Nascar-ness. I mean it's like a cat is slowly being lowered into hot magma. Every time that song comes on everyone in the room seems to stop what they are doing and mesmerize in the fantastic American circus of in your face poop.
Thank goodness for the new Monday night football on ESPN. Though Tony Kornheiser looks like a cult leader, the gang does kind of have a local network sounding flare that I think makes us Wolves fans remember the days of Trent Tucker and his off the wall antics, unafraid of Big network reprimands. Tennis E will win this game and take New Orleans off of everyone's 'maybe go to the superbowl' lists.

3.Arizone Holy Roman Cardinals at Baltibore Navens

The Battle of the birds. Two teams filled with nobodies, with the exception of Larry F-Gerald, who has been underutilized and over covered. I guess you could say Mcnair isn’t a nobody but really? Stve Mcnair sounds like a quarterback from the 1940’s playing on a team called the Helena Heathers of the Hunt Club at Huntington. He played with a leather helmet and sang old hymns while scrambling in the pocket. Though I like Zona this yr, I’m gona have to go with Heathers on this one. Rabid Ravens by 1

2.Ditanka paper moneys at Neo British Pajamas.

Patriots = new least favorite team ever. not only do they cheat, but I’m really getting sick of Bellichuck’s lazy crotch wardrobe. What a slob? I mean why so anti-suit? Why so anti-anything respectable? Maybe he needs baggy clothes because he suffers from priapism, an erector set lasting more than four hours. With that being said, New England Priapists by 70. I hate them but love them if you know what I mean.

1. Giants at Washskins

Kunstakademie Düsseldorf, 1987. I had just put on my houndstooth coat when I felt something gnawing on my shoulder. A new york giant was attempting to eat me whole. I noticed a white horse with an American flag painted on its side riding towards me. On it rode a Washington redskin dressed as a union soldier. He fired two shots at the Giant taking out both of his eyes. I’m a fan of the Giants like I’m a fan of entourage. Skins by 2.