Week Thirteen had more twists than a Lost/Dr. Who crossover, and I’m thanking providence I never got around to calling the Vikings a sure thing before the weekend.
It is absolutely killing me, but I’m going to finally have to start paying Arizona some respect. The Bridesmaids of the NFC butted heads in Sunday Night and the Cardinals dusted off their loss last week to the Titans by kicking the shit out of a Vikings Team that never saw it coming. It may not have been the upset of the season, but it’s a huge statement for a team that’s been on again off again all season despite being uncontested in their division. The Cardinals secondary came up with some looks that were straight out of Vaudeville, nobody knew what to make of them, least of all Favre who threw two picks, and got sacked three times, Osteoporosis be damned. The Arizona O-Line deserves medals of honor for the pass protection they pulled off against the meanest front four in the game. Warner had enough time to check his investments via Blackberry before finding and hitting his receivers. The Cardinals are the first team this season to consistently double team Jared Allen. They did it and it worked, so you can bet number 69 is going to have to make friends with two Offensive Lineman for the rest of the year. It must be flattering. I’m looking for these two teams to renew hostilities somewhere in the playoffs and prove once and for all that not all old people are completely useless.
If that wasn’t enough to throw my Sunday in a loop, the Dolphins beat up a Patriots team that have now dropped three of their last four. Anyway you slice it Boston’s finest sure ain’t what they used to be, but you can bet whoever’s lined up against them in the playoffs isn’t going to feel lucky. The Dolphins meanwhile have four games to take over first place, and if Ricky Williams keeps playing the way he has, they are going to walk all over Jacksonville and finally take hold of the AFC East.
All this stuff is weird, but nothing could have prepared me for flicking the channel over to the Saints game to see them squeaking a win out in overtime thanks to a bum kick by one Shaun Suisham, a terrible person who should just fall on his sword and get it over with. Regardless, that a consistently hopeless Redskins squad beat the spread like an enemy combatant and only lost on a last minute fuckup has to mean the Saints have a little more paper to their tiger than anybody thought.
It had to be a crazy weekend indeed for a Stars/Giants matchup to fly under the radar, but it might have been one of the better games of the year. Romo was scoring with Witten like he was a skinny Jessica Simpson and still they couldn’t beat a Giants team that was making hungry touchdowns. That NFC East is the tightest division in Football, and next Sunday’s meeting between the Giants and the Eagles is going to be the game for the ages.
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