Some weeks are like this.

[Kray007]

I don’t know what it is. Maybe, some weeks, the moon is in the seventh house or Jupiter aligns with Mars; perhaps, from time to time, the football gods just enjoy a good laugh. But, for whatever reason, you wake up on Monday morning, look at scores for Sunday, and scratch your head.

You can’t quite figure out how the Patriots beat Pittsburgh or explain the Bears coming out on top of the Lions. You look at the box score, see that the Jets won against Houston and ask how, in the name of sweet Jehosophat, did they put up a 30 spot?

I mean, you can see the Bills beating KC, but a WR lining up offside???? WTF!!!

And, by the time you notice that Tennessee beat Miami, you’ve almost come to believe that the spirit of Rod Serling is sitting across the table from you and that, somewhere between the bed and your first cup of coffee, you’ve slipped into the Twilight Zone.

The Giants win, even at home, convinces you.

By the time you see that Cincinnati beat the Colts, you’re on the phone with a travel agent, hoping that a last minute trip to Miami will help you avoid running into your bookie and his sidekick Ice Pick Willie.