I don't like the Cowboys. I'm not from here, so there! I don't have to, if I don't want to. But thank goodness all my ex-coworkers love them some Cowboys.
I went against the popular vote this week (estupid men!) and went against Dallas.
1. I so believe, the Giants are going far this year. You heard it, here, first.
2. With that said, I will rarely go against the Giants, this season.
3. With the way all the other teams are acting, I'm staring directly at the Steelers (and the Eagles, and Jacksonville---what the?) I need to bank more on the Giants, who seem to be consistent with themselves and my prophecy. So, go Giants, ok?
Going against the grain, got me, where? huh? who?
THE TOP OF THE POOL, BABY!
Take that, Saints.
In the wake of all this wonderfulness (and my Partners departure from our pool*), I've decided to stop fighting and am choosing New Orleans as a pick this week.
I know. But get this, it's in New Orleans, so you know, the game is most likely fixed, anyways.
But I won this week! YIPPEE!
*Partner came out to me and left my pool. The competition and me were too much for him to handle. He said that he wasn't paying that much attention to begin with (duh) and football ain't really his thang (duh, duh). And I was taking too seriously (DUH).
He left me. Boo. But he left a gift as well, he said that I don't need to split any winnings with him. OH-kay!
And isn't it ironic, the week he leaves, is the week I win?
I'm just saying.