For the last decade or so, Michael Salfino and Scott Pianowski have been putting together an email exchange centered around (but not limited to) the NFL. You might enjoy listening to them haggle. You might prefer a swift kick into the stomach. The Table isn’t for everyone; we hope some of you enjoy it. From: Michael Salfino Date: Tue, Jan 15, 2013 at 12:22 AM Subject: Breakfast of Champions To: scott pianowski That was one helluva interesting weekend of football. And now we get to do it all over again on Sunday, but just twice. Before getting to the championship games and predictions, we should close the book on Week 19. Who is the biggest goat in Denver: John Fox, Peyton Manning or the Broncos’ secondary? Who would you rather have future shares on right now, Colin Kaepernick or Russell Wilson? Is Kaepernick going to burn out like Randall Cunningham did and even Kordell Stewart to a lesser extent, or is he going to endure? Here’s a shocker — the Falcons were outplayed won anyway. Why do I hate them for spitting in the face of football sabermetrics? And is there something about them that the numbers miss? Should Pete Carroll be given grief for not passing more early given how banged up Marshawn Lynch looked? And there is the Patriots, who played like champions on Sunday. But do we just give Bill Belichick a pass on losing Rob Gronkowski? Does Gronk’s loss even matter given that no one has a clue how to stop the Patriots from doing the same stuff they’ve been doing, seemingly, forever? And why does the indoor game happen early and the outdoor game get played late? Plus they’re making the west coast team defy circadian rhythms again a week after you could almost set your clock to the minute the Seahawks would wake up and play. Rating, I know, but they’re both going to be so high anyway. I guess more people will want to see the Ravens come into Foxboro as a confident convinced they can win given they beat New England earlier this year and should have beaten them last year in the same AFC Championship spot. But I am looking forward to both games and am chastened, appropriately, after last week’s predictions gone awry. Screw the bookies and pass those martinis. Breakfast of Champions is served.
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Breakfast Table: Breakfast of Champions (Roto Arcade)