Each week, I sit at this computer and stress out about making NFL picks. I watch as many games as humanly possible every Sunday, all the national games on Thursday, Sunday and Monday, and I go back online later in the week to catch what I missed over the weekend. I guess the lines, check the lines, see what the experts are picking, run through the injury report, read the local headlines from around the country, check every pertinent statistic and run through teams’ head-to-head history.
I do all that, and what do I have to show for it? A 39-51-1 record.
You don’t need me to tell you that’s pathetic, but I will anyway. That’s pathetic.
The abysmal record is difficult enough to deal with, but I made the brilliant decision this year to see how my wife would do against me. Through six weeks, she’s 47-43-1. That’s eight games better than my record, in case doing basic math isn’t your thing (the same way making NFL picks apparently isn’t my thing) "
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