Monday Mop-up

The weekend has passed, and I've ever so slightly descended from my Taco Time high.  You can't dwell on your hard-shelled achievements forever, after all.  We need to move forward and look to the meat-filled future! 

Is everyone going to be drunk all the time?  That's the only explanation.

Anyway, as we slowly float further and further away from the shores of Sunday afternoon, let's take one last serving from that cold pile of mexi-tots nobody bothered to put away.  Don't judge, those tots are still good, guys.

Prediction Review
The hours and hours and hours I dedicate to watching cartoons researching the NFL is truly mind boggling.  Sadly, even us pro thinkers get some wrong once in a while.  I threw my dart at five teams from yesterday's slate of games, and only three of them did something viable with my support.  Rude.  These are the children I won't forsake.

1. Eugene Sims and his LA Rams (of somewhere south of me) took down those boys from cow town.  Clearly Eugene was the difference and, oh, wait, he didn't even play.  Well, you know, I bet his uniform stayed clean and fresh.  That's pleasant.
2. The Cardinals slipped by SF.  I've said it before, and I'll say it again, birds eat bread crumbs.  That's right.  Ya hear me Sam! You're toast!!!!  Literally!!!!
3. Your northwest-y home squad, those Seattle Seahawks, pummeled some lesser horses.  Bet those birds were flying high.  Soaring all majestically like, and, uh, probably poopin' on people.  Because, you know, birds.

Not great, but still, 60% is a passing score.  Don't let your guidance counselor tell you otherwise, kids!

All in all, I didn't get too much time in front of Philo Farnsworth's time killer yesterday.  Car and plane travel absorbed my hours and will-to-live, as it often does.  So, you'll need to catch up on the rest of the battles on your own dime.  Sorry kids.  Although, there is one other rivalry worth mentioning.  I'm pretty sure, though, this one is mostly one-sided.

Thanks Marshawn, pretty much sums it up.