WEEK 17 NFL THOUGHTS & PICKS: NEW YEAR’S EDITION
Winners in Bold
Carolina @ Atlanta:
Carolina ends its mess of a season against the Falcons who are having a fine year. They say that John Fox might be tapped to replace Eric Mangini if he is let go in Cleveland. Something about that is wildly depressing and stinks of resigned mediocrity of the new normal: withering job prospects, no assets, low paycheck, massive debt from an education that gets you nowhere, and a marginal chance of your NFL team winning eight games.
Pittsburgh @ Cleveland:
Speaking of Eric Mangini, his under-talented Browns take on the Steelers at home in front of the faithful. Many of us at ReadAndReact headquarters are firmly behind Coach Mangini and feel he deserves one more year to right the ship. The Browns have had a tedious revolving door of coaches and quarterbacks since they re-entered the league. Their fans at this point are listless and battered, wondering why they are being tested by God, and if he will ever show them mercy. I hope for all those toiling by the lake that the Browns absolutely destroy the Steelers this Sunday, that Holmgren looks deep into his extra large soul and decides to give Mangini one more year. Curses can’t last forever, even the biblical variety, and Mangini might be able to lead this team to the promised land yet.

The process takes longer when God has arbitrarily decided the team you coach has to suffer for 40 years (AP)
Minnesota @ Detroit:
Here’s to Brett Favre for playing football one year too many. Here’s a toast for him being completely himself, whether that is leaping around the field like a 12-year old on a playground or giving a maddening self indulgent, self-serving press conference. It is rare these days for an athlete to show any of his true self, as he will be pillaged for any misstep, wrong turn of phrase, or even smiling on the sidelines by the press, blogs, and fans alike. Favre, unlike the other professionally programmed robots, happily unleashes his id upon us all and, though many times not likeable, it is real and honest. Here’s to one of the best moments of the season, of Favre making a surprise appearance, outdoors in a snowy stadium in Minnesota, leading a touchdown drive like old times, fans delirious, scripted like a movie. Then, as quick as it started, it sadly ends with his head bouncing off the frozen turf. Favre exits the league leaving fans with a lot of wonderful memories and conflicting opinions as he heads back to his ranch in Mississippi. Perhaps like Cincinnatus he waits for another team to call or maybe he just swims in bathtubs full of money or puts on his Wranglers and heads to the local high school and with joy on his face tosses pass after pass to high school kids running fade patterns, his shadow growing larger and larger as the sun sets red in the evening Mississippi sky.
Oakland @ Kansas City:
The league would be a better place if the Raiders were a better team. A win on Sunday would bring them to eight wins and forward on the road to respectability. Kansas City on the other hand is having a dream season, the fans enjoying every moment because they aren’t sure if it’s a dream or if it’s real.

Danny, Wes and Julian celebrate a Patriots victory by jumping up and down on Tom and Gisele's hand crafted $20,000 king sized bed
Miami @ New England:
I like to think of Danny Woodhead as a loveable hobbit somehow pressed into service by the mad wizard Belichik. I imagine every time he gets the ball he screams in fear and is actually just running for his life, giants and monsters around every turn as he higgledy piggledy does his best to dash to safety. I like to imagine that after each game he goes to Tom and Gisele’s apartment and hops on the bed with his pals Wes Welker and Julian Edelman, happy to be alive as Gisele and Tom try on Uggs boots and read long letters from their old friend and leftist poet Randy Moss.
Buffalo @ New York Jets:
The Bills have been meanderingly interesting this year and the emergence of the Fitzmagic and his beard have galvanized a rust belt fan base and has inspired lonely men (and some women) in hunting cabins and ice fishing houses of upper New York to grow out their own beards in solidarity, and quite frankly for something to do. It has also inspired ReadAndReact to attempt to cajole the Amish Rifle to save his truly magnificent beard; please sign our petitionthat implores him that the world needs men with beards and he is a beacon of hope to us all. We also might create a petition to make the Jets go away. They are a wildly irritating clown show that needs to be taken down and shipped out of town.
Cincinnati @ Baltimore:
Speaking of clown shows, whether it was the poor coaching, play, or just a cavalcade of bad decisions in critical moments, this season has been an utter disaster for the Bengals. They face a typically well prepared and winning Baltimore team that could probably beat the Bengals with four guys from the practice squad and seven bottles of Gatorade.
4:30 Tuesday Afternoon Phone Call: Trent Edwards and Terrell Owens
Trent Edwards: Hey, TO it’s me Trent – got a moment?
Terrell Owens: Losman! What is happening! Send me some wings? Where are my Buffalo wings? FedEx them… do it now!
TE: TO – the Bills let me go…I’m packing up right now. I can’t send you shit. Listen, I got a favor to ask.
TO: Why are they called Buffalo wings anyway? Like have you ever seen a Buffalo in Buffalo? They should call them something else… like Fat People Really Love These Yummy Things Wings- that makes some sense right there. I tell you Trent life sure can be funny!
TE: Right… this was a mistake, looks like my agent is on the other line – maybe the Jets will pick me up.
TO: The Jets! There is another one… what is that… they should be called the New Jersey Hobos.
TE: The Hobos…?
TO: The Bindle Sticks!
TE: What?
TO: The Wayne County Hoovervilles!
TE: Holy God did you watch PBS last night?
TO: Hell yeah buddy – my cat, Stevie Nicks and me!
TE: This conversation isn’t really working out
TO: Hang on I’m cinching up my pants! Oh nice and cinchy!
TE: Listen, TO, can you just please put in a good word for me with Marvin?
TO: Marvin…
TE: Marvin Lewis… your head coach.
TO: Wait… really?
TE: Well can you just let him know I’m available?
TO: Tell that to Stevie Nicks!
TE: Oh no… I really don’t want to talk to your cat.
TO: Meow?
TE: TO, It’s been a long week; I know that’s you.
TO: Meow… it’s me the greatest cat ever! Stevie Nicks.
TE: I really need to go.
TO: How can Stevie Nicks help you Yale man?
TE: It’s Stanford… I went to Stanford.
TO: My friend Socks went there too, meow!
TE: Bye Terrell – my agent is texting about the Jags…
TO: Meow!!
TE: (hangs up)
Friday Afternoon: Coaches Office – Buffalo, NY

(Image: snacklish.com)
Trent Edwards: Coach, got a minute?
Dick Jauron: Come on in, JP! Getting ready for a three-day weekend, love the bye week! Going to work on my ice sculpture.
TE: It’s Trent… listen, the guys sent me here to talk about the offensive meeting we just had.
DJ: Chowfense!
TE: Yes… about the Chowfense… you see coach, it’s not really an offense, it’s a commercial for a candy bar.
DJ: What? No way… Chowfense! No one is going to be stopping the Chowfense, it’s going to be like the no-huddle, but way more chow, you know. “Watch out NFL… here comes the Chowfense!”
TE: Coach… please, you can’t expect us to…
DJ: Terrell liked it.
TE: Terrell dresses like a pirate and just asked HR to pay him in gold doubloons!
DJ: Oh, good thinking! I’m going to do that too. What’s their extension?
TE: Their extension? Coach… Maybe Ryan should start next week.
DJ: The Yale man? Skull and bones!
TE: Harvard, I think. He went to Harvard.
DJ: Doesn’t matter who starts with the Chowfense, JP! I mean, we could start an English major from Kenyon and the Chowfense would still destroy the other team. It’s airtight! It’s the Chowfense!
TE: Um, okay… listen, I think I’m just going to head home and work on my real estate license.
DJ: Gotta have options!
(Trent leaves)
(Knock knock)
DJ: Come on in.
Terrell Owens: Coach, you ready to ice sculpt?
DJ: Yes!
TO: Arrrrrrrrr!!!
DJ: CHOWFENSE!!!
Buffalo Bills Fieldhouse: Thursday Morning Coaches Office
Trent Edwards: [knocking] Coach, can I come in?
Dick Jauron: Oh, sure, come on in, JP!
TE: Uh, Coach, it’s me, Trent. JP doesn’t play for the team anymore.
DJ: Oh! That’s right. So many players in and out of here, I feel like a doorman at Marshall Fields. Have a seat. I am just going over the playbook, trying to figure out what might work against the Jets on Monday night.
TE: Patriots.
DJ: Exactly! Rod Rust has a good brain, have to watch what he is up to… very tricky man. Best coach in the league if you ask me.

TE: Um… Coach, about the playbook…
DJ: Too confusing? Bit of a brain buster isn’t it!? Holy smokes, hang on to your seats, Patriots!
TE: Well, I was going to say that I was talking to the guys and we were remarking that it seems a little thin. I mean it’s not a playbook, more like a pamphlet, like a long memo or something. There are only 8 plays?
DJ: 16! They can go left or right! Plus we have that hot read audible! As a coach sometimes you have to let your dogs off the leash and make their own choices. I have faith in you, JP! Hot read!
TE: Trent. Don’t you think we could use some more plays, maybe a couple of shotgun formations?
DJ: I’ve been in this league a long time. 16 plays are more than enough. Look at this playbook! My arm hurts just lifting it. I think we will just stick with what’s working.
TE: Working? Our offense is a mess, sir.
DJ: A mess?! We’re good enough for 8 and 8! You know what 8 and 8 is on the Buffalo Bills?
TE: No.
DJ: Employed!
TE: Ah okay… I’ll just get my stuff ready for the flight then. Thanks for listening, Coach. [leaves office]
DJ: Anytime! My door is always open! Now where was I? Rod Rust, you wily old snake! You won’t get me this time!
[knocking]
DJ: JP, is that you again!?
Terrell Owens: Just me, Coach! Terrel! I misplaced me parrot!
DJ: Yellow and Blue? I think I saw him winging around in Turk’s old office. Wow! Your pirate hat is smashing son, absolutely smashing!
TO: Arrrrrrr!
BUFFALO: LATE ONE EVENING AT TRENT EDWARDS’ BEAUTIFULLY APPOINTED LOFT APARTMENT

Trent Edwards’ Girlfriend: Trent, I think the phone is ringing.
Trent Edwards: Baby, what time is it?
TEGF: 2 a.m.
TE: The hell?! [picks up phone]… Hello?
Terrell Owens: Trent… Trent it’s me! It’s me baby!
TE: Terrell – why are you calling? Where are you?
TO: I’m outside! It’s stunning out, but cold, just so cold. Brrrrrrr! Do you think I’m sexy?
TE: What?!
TO: Sexy! I mean, do I turn you on as a football player?
TE: What?!
TO: My hands… I have sexy hands, right? I love to catch.
TE: You do love to catch.
TO: I want to catch you. I want to catch you with my large sexy hands!
TE: I know…
TO: I want to grab you and hold you with my hands! I won’t let go. I won’t let go!
TE: With your hands… are you talking about catching the ball?
TO: Let’s wear the same clothes tomorrow!
TE: What?
TO: Meet me at 6 a.m. outside the field house. I got us two shirts with ponies on them! We are the Buffalo Ponies! You are my plow! Oh and little shorts! We’ll be all bunchy!
TE: Little shorts?
TO: Oh they are so tiny!
TE: Okay.
TO: Okay, see you tomorrow, matey! I’m gonna catch the shit out of you!
TE: Bye. [hangs up]
TEGF: Did he say bunchy sweetie?
TE: He did… [sets alarm for 5:30] Hold me.
Bledsoe Residence: Phone Call from Trent Edwards

Drew Bledsoe: Hullo?
Trent Edwards: Drew! Drew it’s me, Trent Edwards, National Football League quarterback for the Buffalo club.
DB: Oh sure. I played there – wait, what time is it?
TE: Um… I think like 11 a.m. your time
DB: Good grief! I haven’t seen this side of noon since Dallas! It’s kind of nice. I hear birds.
TE: Listen Drew, you gotta help! Terrell is making me crazy!
DB: T.O.? What is that fellow up to now?
TE: He’s following me around the locker room! He keeps wanting to go over “the playbook”!
DB: What’s wrong with that? Could be worse… Hello Mr. Mittens! [ruffled sounds of petting cat]
TE: Yeah, but Drew it’s not the playbook! It’s an old issue of Highlights from like the late 80s!
DB: Highlights! The magazine for school children? Which issue?
TE: Which issue? Which issue?!? The issue is T.O. is a maniac! He gets himself all sudsy and then slides under the shower stalls while we are in them! He says that he is the “shower seal” and he “wants to see some fishies”! I mean… what is that? “Fishies”? It’s unnerving!
DB: Is it one of the theme issues? Like about animals? “Barnyard pals”!
TE: Barnyard…? Drew are you even listening? Oh no! There he is! [whispering] He’s wearing a sailor hat!
Terrel Owens: [in background]: Ahoy Matey! Let’s go over me playbook… Arrrrr!
TE [hissing]: Drew! Help!
DB: Say hello to T.O. for me, Trent! Okay, it’s time for Mr. Mitten’s breakfast! Hmmmm… does that sound good Mr. Mittens?!
TE: Drew?
TO: [in background]: Arrrr! Put down that modern conveyance, landlubber, it’s time to walk me plank!
TE [sobbing]: Drew please… he has a parrot.
Dial Tone: sustained.







