What a kick in the nuts for Alvin Kamara owners. I was all set to enjoy his monster game for my NFFC high-stakes playoffs, and he starts off with three catches for 25 yards on the first drive before leaving for good with a concussion. What made it worse was watching the 40-minute condensed version, I didn’t even realize he was out until later in the quarter when Ingram was the only back in the game. And I couldn’t check online because that risked giving away the result of the game. So I sat there hoping it was a minor ankle injury or something until the fourth quarter when they finally mentioned it was a concussion. Just an unpleasant watching experience. At least I had the Falcons ATS.
It was the first Sunday in nearly 20 years that neither Manning was starting at quarterback. Good riddance to both – I always disliked Peyton and his pitch perfect interview tone, both calculatingly self-deprecating and slyly in on the joke. The embarrassingly sycophantic media slobbering over him only made it worse. Let his great play speak for itself, Joe Buck, no need to act like he’s a genius for snapping the ball while the 12th defender still has one foot on the field.
I had Washington at pick ’em in this game, and for the first three quarters I really thought they’d come back and win. But the Cowboys offensive line took over the game, mowing down Redskin tacklers and showing it didn’t matter much whether it was Alfred Morris or Zeke Elliott. The Cowboys defensive line also dominated, putting Kirk Cousins under constant pressure.
It’s amazing we’re still learning things about the teams and players. Who knew Jamaal Williams was actually good, or Brett Hundley might be an NFL starter after all? Or that Alvin Kamara was the greatest running back of all time? This is kind of like baseball in August when you can’t believe how long it’s already gone on, but you’re not even that close to done with it. One more week, we’re into the fantasy playoffs. A few weeks later we can put the regular season to bed. For now, we have to keep our eyes open to whatever small edge presents itself.
I want to separate out the abomination that was the Giants game because I watched it Friday morning, and I don’t want it to taint what was otherwise a nice Thanksgiving. Heather and Sasha are in Los Angeles for the week, so I took a train up the coast from Lisbon to Estoril to my American friends’ house, and they made a perfectly cooked turkey, mashed potatoes, etc. The problem with turkey – and poultry in general – is you can’t eat it rare the way you can with lamb and steak. As such, you run the risk of overcooking it and drying it out. The turkey yesterday was perfectly cooked through, but totally juicy and flavorful. One of the better ones I’ve had. I stayed for the entire early game (which ended at 9:00 pm my time), and though it didn’t go my way fantasy-wise or against the spread, it was watchable at least.