The Update That You Could Not Possibly Care About

In the Shooter Mom's league, we held on for a tight win in a low-scoring affair in today's Final Four battle.

How close was it? Close enough that the overtime miss of Matt Stover was the difference (our opponent had him, and it's an idiot league that penalizes hard for missed field goals). If we had lost, I'd have been cursing Chad Johnson and his lack of clutch fingers (that end zone drop in the fourth quarter cost us at least 10 points), and my own faith in the Bengals defense to come up with any kind of presence against those terrible, but obviously not terrible enough, Niners. I'd also like to thank the Giants, and specifically Plexico Burress, for coming up small in the SNF game. For the first time in my life as a football fan, Plex gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Next week, we play the #2 seed and league commissioner, who has his Elder Knowledge working for him... but we've got Willie Parker on a fast track against a bad Rams team, Matt Hasselbeck at home against the DOA Ravens, Marion Barber and an angry Cowboys team against the Panthers, Chad Johnson at home against the Browns, Marques Colston to cuckold his Drew Brees against the Eagles, and the Titans defense at home against the very friendly Jets.

Is this where I reveal that a big part of my draft prep was to be cocky enough to pick for strong Week 16 matchups? Nah... you'd have to have an Elder Mind for such chicanery. Let's just say that we like our chances, and hope we have your support. (And our fellow owners money.)

How seriously are we taking this? Actual conversation from earlier tonight...

Me: "After this year, with me taking you to Lambeau and helping you get to the championship, I don't want to be hearing any more about that whole pain of childbirth thing."

The Shooter Mom: "Absolutely. We're square."

Someday, she'll have her own blog. Or sports-talk radio show.