So, after a page of Brady whining, I'm not going to feel so bad about my weekly WTF. My early pick loses, and I have to tune in to the KC/Buffalo game and.... Jim. Fucking. Nantz. Splent, Count, if there's a hell, Tom Brady and Jim Fucking Nantz are sitting at the bar hoisting Scotches, welcoming the rest of us as we walk in.
And of course, vintage Nantz - who I hate because when Uconn won the National Championship for the first time, all Nantz could talk about was "Duke this, Duke that" even though Uconn played an almost perfect game and won it fair and square against a team that, like the announcers, clearly underestimated them - after the break, instead of complementing Buffalo on good play, a great start, or a solid outing, he has to remind us that Mahomes was behind in all three playoff games last year. Romo, who I like but who is also drunk on Mahomes wine, too, called it "normal territory" for him. A couple plays later... "look at Mahomes; looks left, looks right... PUMPS!" like he's the first quarterback to ever use the pump fake. Gobuffalo, gobuffalo, gobuffalo, gobuffalo...........Game's not over, but if KC does win, I'm probably going to have to root for a dead man - Brady - to hand it to them in the 'Bowl.
(I kid about Brady, though; I didn't root for him this year, but fair is fair: he made plays when he had to, and he's there AGAIN. One is lucky. Two might be lucky. Three, well, I don't know that "lucky" would be my first choice, but I'll work with you. We're at 10.)