A Public Apology

In general, I'm pretty bad at gambling on sports. This certainly extends to NFL Survivor Pools -- a game where everyone chooses one team a week that they think will win. Just win baby; you don't even have to beat the spread. The only catch is that once you choose a team, say New England, you can't pick them again. Lose and your out.

My record in these is abysmal. In the five years I've participated in a pool like this, I've lost by week 2. That's right. I am incapable of choosing two different teams to win for two weeks in a row to open the season.

This year though things were going to be different. I felt confident. I even picked a partner -- Mahoney -- who was clear-headed to my pig-headed.

We started strong. New England edged Buffalo in week 1 before Baltimore crushed Oakland in week 2.

Our conversations leading into this week pretty much went like this:

Mahoney: I think we should take Philly [against San Francisco]. In fact, I've never been so confident of something in my life.
Me: I hate Philly. I think we should take Buffalo.
Mahoney: Buffalo? Are you nuts?
Me: Ummmm...

Well, we took Buffalo. And Buffalo took us out.

Mahoney, I'm sorry!