Full disclosure: I had to take my daughter Sasha (and SXM producer Ivy) out to dinner, so I DVR’d the game, intending to catch up when I got home. But we got back in time for most of the second half, and I couldn’t bring myself to rewind it. So consider these second half observations, augmented by the box score.
The overlap of NFL season with its myriad pools and contests and the end of baseball made for an intense day. I finished 12th overall in the 450-person NFBC Main event, falling short of 11th (the last paying spot) by one point and ninth by 12.5 points. Had Clayton Kershaw needed five innings instead of three and two-thirds to get his 300th strikeout, I’m probably $2,000 richer. But baseball season was otherwise good to me, and once it wound down, I was more concerned with my struggling fantasy football teams. But with Le’Veon Bell, Todd Gurley and Devonta Freeman in several places, those slow-starting squads are straightening themselves out, so much so I’m looking at 9-0 across my leagues in Week 4. So everything’s great, and I can finally relax, right? Not exactly. After a 20-27-1 start against the spread, I needed a big week to get back to par. It was not to be. I locked in the Colts minus nine before the Andrew Luck news came out, I had the Dolphins in London, and that was before the disastrous main slate even kicked off. Even though I was watching the games at Heather’s aunt’s beach house, and I was able to look at this, this and this during commercials and at halftime, the day was still torture.
Every week I write how each game is more bizarre than the last, and this one was no different. What stood out more than the Ravens bursting out of the 0-4 coffin just as the hammer was about to strike the final nail was Todd Haley and Mike Tomlin’s Tom Coughlin-esque end-game management. Good coaches call plays in combination like a skilled billiards player who not only knocks the ball in the pocket, but leaves the cue ball in good position for his next shot.