pigskin: NFL Conference Championships

more craptastic predictions coming your way. rooted for the Jets all the way, even as I projected the Chargers to win (just like almost everyone else). the only thing i got right were the Saints. hoooo boy.

Jets at Colts
the team that gave them a chance is now blocking their way towards their first SuperBowl appearance since 1968. things have fallen into place so far for the brash Rex Ryan and the team he molded in his image (send a thank you card to Eric Mangenius, guys). on the other side of the field is the main Manning brother, who are probably thankful as well that they're not facing the Chargers. the Indy faithful, dissed out of a chance to celebrate a perfect season, should get back on the wagon as the Colts are healthy and are the favorites to stop the upstart Jets. once again, i'll pick the Colts to win but root against them.
stupid projection: Colts 30, Jets 20

Vikings at Saints
the consensus SuperBowl early in the season was Colts vs. Saints, and there's nothing here so far that really says otherwise. it would be a shock really to have any team in other than those two. that being said, the Vikings defense is scary and Drew Brees and his O-line will be challenged. Brett Favre seems to have found another case of youth juice and is making all his critics shoot themselves in the head (not me, i don't have a gun). this could be the shootout we projected earlier with the Saints/Cardinals.
stupid projection: Saints 45, Vikings 42

pigskin: NFL Divisional Playoffs

considering the craptastic predictions i made last week, i have no qualms making another post on the matter. of the four games, i only got the Jets winning, and that's because of homerism, and not even the right margin. in my defense, in the other three games i was going conservative and probably leaned more towards convention (well, except Dallas). am sure more than half of so-called sports journalists also got it all wrong. at the end of the day, its my blog and i'll crap if i want to.

Cardinals at Saints
this is the first i'm-kinda-torn-here-situation in the divisional round, where i have my Madden 10 team versus the team i pick to represent the NFC in the Super Bowl. apparently, Mister Grocery Bag Boy isn't ready to hang up his cleats yet, and barring an early injury (hey there, Colt McCoy), the Cardinals look to be in their second shootout in 7 days. the Saints took some heat for their three losses after teasing us with an unbeaten season, and now the fire in their belly should be back. let's say their offenses cancel each other out. now its up to the defenses and who can cause and capitalize on turnovers. which again, doesn't really give us anything definite. ay-yah!
stupid projection: Saints 40, Cardinals 37

Ravens at Colts
with one Manning brother left alone in the playoffs, its time for the plucky Ravens, fresh off their demolition of the Belichick Patriots, to knock off another of last decade's powerhouses. plus you can say they have to win this for their marching band, left behind in Baltimore when the original Colts packed up and moved to Indianapolis. if you watched that ESPN 30 for 30 episode, you'd know what i'm talking about.
stupid projection: Ravens 35, Colts 33

Jets at Chargers
and here's the second of my who-do-i-root-for dilemmas, as i will be wearing my Jets onfield knit hat all week, but when at home, i have those warm fluffy Chargers slipons for my feet. Chargers better be warned though - the Jets are primed to KILL. well, at least in accordance to the world of KSK.
stupid projection: Chargers 24, Jets 20

Cowboys at Vikings
the old gunslinger versus the new one. Peter King will spontaneously combust, especially when these two hug each other before and/or after the game. that's all i'm gonna say. ok, maybe not. it's time for the new gunslinger to send the old one off into the sunset, or else am still calling him Tony Homo.
stupid projection: Cowboys 34, Vikings 31

in this corner

ex-Vike and former #7 bust pick Troy Williamson wants to whup his former coach




"I ain't going to try to dig it back up because I can really, really go at coach Childress, but I'm not going to do it."
- Troy Williamson, not playing on Sunday

"Do you need my reach? I'm not like a woman; I'll give you my weight. It's 190 pounds of twisted steel and rompin', stompin' dynamite. Is that enough humor for you?"
- Coach Brad Childress

place your bets.

(this better not be a prank)