Well, well, well. Look who’s come crawling back. You sat there last week, reading my breakdown saying, “This idiot, this moron, this fool. What a dummy. I bet he gets all of his picks wrong.” Fuck you. I went 4-1. 4-0 on spreads and 0-1 on overs. I hope you faded me and now you have Stockholm Syndrome and you can’t leave me. Let me feed your addiction. Let me give you your crack. Come to me, my child. Drink the Kool Aid. It’s Week 7.
Thursday Night Football:
Giants 1-5 @ Eagles 1-4-1 (Eagles -4.5, OU 45)
I can go on for days about how great the eagles looked for 30 minutes last Sunday. I can tell you about how I’ve started using Travis-Fulgham as a verb around the house when I’m clutch, like putting a trash bag back in the can after I take the trash out, cleaning my beard shavings off the sink, putting my shoes on the correct foot the first time I try. I won’t do that. All I’ll tell you is how fucking back the Eagles are: THEY’RE FUCKING BACK.
The Giants are more Ass than an Elementary School secretary, and those are some wide women. They’re ranked second to last in the league for offense. They ranked third to last in passing and rushing yards. They’re ranked last in plays allowed and time allowed per drive on defense.
In English: they’re real fuckin’ bad.
Eagles are going to cover 4.5 easily. It might take until the 3rd quarter for it to happen, but the birds are going to make like a heart attack and kill a Giant D.
RIP Wood.