Here we are in November, when the real football starts. We encounter a used battlefield, filled with used bodies. From the remains, we salvage the best pieces, and from those pieces we strip the contamination, the brokenness, and in our madness, we attempt to assemble the approximation of perfection and inject it with life, and only after the creature begins to breathe do we consider the consequences of our creation.
You don’t have to have seen the new Frankenstein to enjoy this note, but it helps. We’re all familiar with the story, in one form or another. I’d hope we’re all familiar with the literature. It has nothing to do with green Lurches or villagers with pitchforks. It’s a story that navigates loss of life. It longs for life returned. It settles for life created. It ends with the realization that death is a mercy.
The new movie is good shit, better than the Kenneth Branagh, which I have seared into my brain after watching it at a drive-in around age 13 without really understanding what I was getting into. I rewatched it as a junior in high school (same for a lot of us), accompanied by the novel, which I didn’t read then but have since. I read it after one of our miscarriages because I’d read that it was inspired somewhat by the author’s experience of a miscarriage (or a stillbirth, or just the death of a child; I’m more of a gestalt learner than an analytic; details often elude me for larger meaning). The Branagh version was adapted for the screen by Frank Darabont, which is why it’s more of a horror-action while Guillermo Del Toro’s version is a morality creature-feature. I’m minorly obsessed with Frankenstein, with the parallels to writing and parenting, the dangers of obsession and isolation, the duality of god and science, the carnage of technological progress. It’s relevant to our time, and there’s a weird six degrees thing where Oscar Issac and Domnhall Gleason starred together in Ex-Machina, then Gleason did a Black Mirror episode about AI bringing a dead spouse back to life, and now Isaac stars in this new adaptation.
So in the fashion of Dr. Frankenstein’s creation, we saw and sew our rosters together, and I pull quotes from a movie and contrive talking points around them. Crucially, none of these quotes are “It’s alive!” and the absence of this beaten horse from the new movie is a nod to how masterfully Del Toro elevated the story and dispelled the notion that this story had been exhausted simply through overexposure. Here we go.
“Victor… Conqueror… the one that wins it all.”
Sean. His name is Sean.
“How many shots are left?” “One, but it can’t kill it.” “I know. I’m not aiming for him.”
It might be too late to aim at the ice, which wouldn’t necessarily help. I blame myself, but I don’t think I could have been the one to deliver the poison pill this season anyway, not after last year’s Kyler Murray trade. I gave Sean Kyler around Week 3 and got Sean’s 3rd. I spent the 3rd to move up to draft Lamar and Henry in the 1st, both ahead of Sean’s 11th overall pick, his only pick in the first three rounds. I rejected Sean’s advances to move James Cook so he could keep Puka and McBride. Nothing mattered. He went to the championship last year, and he is on course to return this year. But he did lose last year, and he was weak to start this year. We might not be able to kill him, but we can slow him down and calm him down and keep him from killing everyone.
“How many of your men did it kill?” “Six.”
Corey’s team has suffered a significant injury every week. At this point, he shouldn’t have a roster. But he does. And it wins. It gets hit with a blunderbuss, it sinks in frozen waters, it gets ravaged by wolves, stabbed, blown up with dynamite, and it finds itself in eighth place, needing only to win more than it loses from here on out to sneak into the playoffs. The reason this is even possible: Davante Adams giving life to the Rams’ red zone offense, drastically improving Stafford’s TD numbers and giving Corey an elite QB who he found for free. He’s also scored a top-20 WR and top-10 DB in free agency, he’s stitched them together with the true elites he drafted or kept, and he might actually make a run at the championship without having to spend any FAAB or any future picks. That, my friends, is how you steal fire from the fantasy gods. If you’re looking for who to blame for the increase in injuries, look to the man who added an IR slot.
“Some of what I will tell you is fact. Some is not. But it is all true.”
Guillermo really stretching the limits of reliable vs. unreliable narrator here, which is perfectly aligned to how I write the note. Sometimes I’m trying to help you. Sometimes I’m not. Sometimes I’m laying out the whole story. Sometimes I’m obscuring things I don’t want you to know. But I mean everything I say.
“Not your hands. Not anymore, they are now the instrument of your craft and will, and we must care for them… Your face, however, is vanity.”
No one is forcing you to start your most famous players or your highest draft picks. There is no award given for keeping your roster together when it’s not working. The only way to save face in this game is to win.
“Birth is not in our hands… That is in God’s hands. But death, now there lies the challenge.”
You have to make draft picks. You’re on the clock, and in a normal league, you are forced to auto-pick. You might also be forced to auto-pick if the commissioner forgets that’s a toggle he needs to hit each season. You might accidentally auto-pick Mahomes and then insist you get the pick back and then auto-pick T-Mac because you still didn’t hit the fucking toggle, then you just eat it because you were thinking about Egbuka the whole time anyway and he was already gone. Whatever the case, you leave the draft with a job to do. You have to learn to move, to speak, to read, to protect yourself according to the season. You have to take chances, to take advantage of the fearlessness, the newborn stem cells of a fully stocked free agent pool. Waiting for the push, waiting to be compelled to act, is how you act on desperation and fear rather than experience and wisdom. But what happens when you get to Kennedy’s position? His playoff hopes are doomed. His best parts are sold off. This is the autumn of his fantasy season. It’s immoral to bail. He must fight on. He must not start two TEs and a backup RB when he has two WR1s on the bench. He must not give wins to teams who can take my playoff spot.
“If we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles.”
Shoutout to my WRs. I tried to go cheap at the position, and it went as expected. But I kept churning, kept fighting. I traded Jeudy, and I avoided disaster. I dropped Diggs, and he broke out. I dropped Ridley, and he got hurt. I dropped Downs for Pierce, and it is right now my proudest accomplishment this season. I scooped up DJ Moore and Jameson Williams after they underachieved for weeks. I got 20-pieces in the starting lineup in back-to-back weeks.
“How exactly do you propose to teach what is impossible?”
I try to communicate process in the notes, and to do so, I feel I have to use names. In using names, I obscure the truth, which is nameless, formless, merely recognized by sound. I should do the note in podcast form. I know what I believe when I write it, but I’m better at confirming that belief when I hear myself speak it. Nevertheless, I take some credit for the improvement of the league, and I feel like I’ve learned from all of you. I’ve definitely grown more flexible, more open to the potential of moves I dislike, more patient in actually believing a season can end just because a team lost their seventh game before Week 10. (Eight losses out of ten is still a bridge too far, especially when you don’t have the points.)
“The flow of energy through the body follows a different notion entirely, an Eastern notion called qi… the vital flow of energy within and without.”
As long as you retain your good players and churn that roster, you tend to come out somewhere near the middle. You can start the season 0-4 and end the season 6-8 without raising any eyebrows, even though that means you finished the season 6-2 while some playoff team limped in at 3-5 in those final eight weeks. It’s not even about playing spoiler. Brian, Corey, and Shelby are out here actually staying alive in the playoff hunt as I try desperately to manifest their demise so I can get JSN, Chase, or Gibbs. Brian nailed this philosophy by changing his team name to “Open for Business” when his chance of winning hit its low point. It galvanized his team and gave him the advantage entering Monday night.
“This is a hearing, doctor, not a carnival act… this galvanic trickery will not do!”
But listen, you can’t just change your name and change the luck. And you definitely can’t just change all your players’ names to Bobby. One night with Bobby, a lifetime with Bobby. “The disease has spread all inside of you. It’s systemic and you know it. Every organ in you is polluted. Your brain, your blood, it’s all polluted… It’s impossible!” You’ve got nine months to come up with a new bit. Hopefully Wagner retires and forces your hand.
“That is not trickery; that is a decision!”
I am changing my team name for fun, with no expectation of galvanization. I believe my team is dead and that any signs of life are just electrical currents finding a path out. I signed my death warrant when I tried to steal three years of Burrow for FAAB and time. Releasing Burrow saved my season. It doesn’t make any sense, but that’s how it went down.
“Understanding?! In a brain that already died?!”
I don’t care how many points they had in the first six weeks. If Bo Nix and Danny Dimes are your QBs, you aren’t in position to trade a 2nd for an RB. Take it from someone who traded a 2nd for Bijan after like Week 4 a couple years ago: you’re taking on double the risk. You’re betting on the most injured position to stay healthy, and you’re paying one of your only two guaranteed valuable assets to do it. I don’t remember exactly what happened in that Bijan season, but I can tell you that I didn’t win it all, that Sean did, and that 2nd was part of the haul that delivered Coleman his first championship. By trading for Jeanty, you’re not just putting lipstick on your pig roster; you’re buying Mary Kay from Kennedy while he builds for the future. You should be offering a cheap pick or a little FAAB purse for Joe Flacco, the undead gunslinger.
“Please always helps.”
It should be a seller’s market, but somehow Spencer got Kittle for next to nothing. Oliver, I assure you, Spencer wasn’t the only buyer, and even if they were, they would have paid more if you’d held the line. There’s no risk in politely asking for more for an elite player at a scarce position. I really don’t see any appreciable difference between getting nothing for Kittle and getting Hunter Henry, Shakir, and a pick. I would even feel better if you’d gotten $50 FAAB or outright dropped Kittle to chum the waters and see a little show. The Mahomes trade makes up for it. Oliver has effectively traded Mahomes, AJB, and Kittle and for Love, Shakir, Hunter Henry, a 2nd, a 3rd, and $40 FAAB.
“Why not study it? Why not quantify it?”
Because the numbers are fucking stupid, that’s why! I really don’t care where players rank or how many targets they have. I care where they have relatively more talent and opportunity, which can be determined anecdotally. The numbers lie! Especially when we get into this point of the season where we are picking up free agents to start them this week, numbers are not your friend. You can only do so much if you don’t know whether a player is good or not. But I take Tory Horton for example: his targets were terrible, but he had some TDs, he had speed, he had highlight-worthy punt returns, and he was vaulted into basically double the snaps going from WR3 to WR2 in an offense that’s near the bottom of the league in 3-WR sets. Elic Ayomanor was soaking up targets on a bad Titans offense, but there’s just one problem Happy you’re not any good! The same can be said for the Raiders WRs, who Kennedy targeted multiple of since someone would emerge. Not if they’re not any fucking good on a not-any-fucking-good team!
“Perhaps God is inept!”
It’s really unfair that Derrick Henry isn’t an elite RB. That Justice Hill goal-line TD yesterday was enough to radicalize me. The whole point of Lamar and Henry together is that I get all the TDs. But Derrick Henry, the perfect RB body type, is actually bad because he can’t “get skinny in the hole.” He can’t stiff arm of pile of bodies. He can’t run around the line in that tight of space when everyone is flowing downhill to him. In terms of Madden attributes, he relies on strength, vision, and speed. Acceleration and agility are not his strong suits. Justice Hill is a jumping bean, he can make two moves in the one second it takes for a goal line run to develop.
“The answers only come when coaxed by disobedience, free of fear and cowardly dogma!”
Oliver needs to start keeping a journal so he can start to understand how to prune and bonsai his overall process into a winning strategy. He’s made instructive moves over the years in attempts to break the game. He’s forced me to consider the dark matter, the empty space, around roster management and playing one’s opponent. But for all the brilliant moves he’s made, for all the glaring errors of his that have instructed the rest of us, he just keeps playing the same season over and over again. And it’s not that he makes the same moves, starts with the same draft strategy, it’s that he, like me, insists on playing, insists on tinkering. He keeps experimenting when the study is concluded and the results are clear. This type of thinking explains Sean’s dominance. He figured out the game, he makes winning moves, and he puts the rest of us in the position of having to outspend him or get lucky.
“The cadaver lies on the plank, is peeled away layer by layer, and the remaining tissue is lacquered with resin onto the wood.”
This is the nature of attrition in football, and it’s the reason to get away from bad teams by this point in the season and to churn your roster even when you don’t need to make a move. You have to be in the practice, or else you’ll be petrified by the time you have to make a move. One thing I want to remember about this year’s draft is the success of players like Swift and Diggs, who I didn’t really want but couldn’t deny their advantageous situations, and because I didn’t like them, I’m not compelled to keep them, and they have similar trade value in my eyes as they do in others’. As opposed to Bill, who I reached for and am sour on and can’t trade for anything now because he always had higher value to me than he did to anyone else. So now I’m left with Bill’s lymphatic system glued to my wood like macaroni art, and free agency is so devoid of RB that I might as well just hang Bill on the wall as a reminder. The Commanders are not a team you can get value from this season. They are in decay. Other teams in decay: Saints, Steelers, Giants, Titans. There are other bad teams, like the Browns, Bengals, Falcons, and Jets, but they aren’t getting worse, especially not for fantasy. Tommy Rees is resurrecting Jeudy, and Flacco made all of the Bengals studs. The Falcons are probably in decay. It’s hard to feel that way when the core is young, but the four consecutive losses are a drag. We can circle back after they face the Panthers, Saints, and Jets in their next three. And then we can check in again after they get stomped by the Seahawks and Bucs. I’m back to believing they are merely bad. The Jets are the worst. The only player scoring points is Breece, and the Breece trade in Mortydome was unsavory. Luckily they will soft-bench him for the final month and fuck Sean over.
“I, on the other hand, fail to see why modesty is considered a virtue at all.”
I should keep some things to myself, but I like playing the game in plain sight. I like having influence. I like that psychological element of table-talk that triggers metacognition and shakes up people’s behavior. I’m a sicko for pseudo-psychology, pseudointellectualism, and pretending to know anything about anything. I am here to increase the flow of dopamine, and any evidence of acumen or achievement is circumstantial.
“You laugh? You’re amused? … Are my ideas not clear… Are they not worthwhile?”
Kennedy made sense when he said my analysis is failed by my gut tinkering, but I think I do all right. The issue with digging deep into analysis is that it’s all projection and there are too many good ideas. When you’re picking between Justin Fields and Andy Dalton, the choice should be obvious, especially when Fields is facing the worst defense in the league. But consider this: Fields left games early multiple times for injuries, and he was coming off an outright benching. For the last couple weeks, I’ve wanted to drop Derwin for a higher floor IDP. Derwin is the better player. He has a 20-point game already this year. And by following the logical path and continuing to start him, I cost myself a win against Max this week.
“Honor, country, valor: these surely are elevated ideas… yet men are dying for them in a decided unelevated ways, face-down in the mud, choking on blood… far from those that provoke these strategies, those men at home… untouched by blood or bayonet… That is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.”
By this point in the season, we have a clear understanding of what these teams are, what the people in power do, which players are talented enough to get playing time, which players are getting enough playing time to expose their lack of talent. The bullshit has been sorted through. If you’re still buying it, that’s on you. If you thought Brian Daboll was going to do anything other than treat Jaxson Dart’s head like a sledgehammer, I don’t know what you were paying attention to during Daboll’s time with Josh Allen. Dude is stupid, and his best players are always hurt. They are always hurt, do you understand? This is the interesting thing about Shanahan. His scheme gets players hurt, but he doesn’t tend to play his starters hurt unless the season is on the line. I want to say this is becoming more the norm, that injuries appear more frequent because coaches actually hold players out (or players have more power to hold themselves out), and the benefit is that we get more good players and we get to see more of the already good players. Like, how amazing that Brock Bowers’ knee injury only knocked him out for a month? Brutal month, for sure, but we get Brock Bowers back long-term as opposed to getting another couple weeks of shitty Bowers followed by an aggravation that necessitates an IR stint. Nobody wants to see good players play like shit or get seriously injured. And all of the players on rosters should be good enough to play a game or two. The coaches should be good enough to figure out how to make that work for a game or two, and the players should have enough juice to make a couple schemed up plays that makes them seem more dangerous than they are. Look what the Seahawks did with Ernie Jones out. They didn’t ask Tyrice Knight to fill in for Ernie. They told him to sprint through the line and murder somebody, and that worked out really well for them! Injured Ernie wasn’t going to do that, nor would he have been effective at his usual schtick, so instead, the Seahawks leveraged strengths instead of worrying about weaknesses. They also took advantage of an opportunity to break tendency without forcing it. Yes the Seahawks have two mentions in this note about how well they adjust with missing pieces. Meanwhile the Bills become the worst defense in the league any time they have more than one starter out.
“Run to your brandy and cigars. The boys are waiting.”
I think Evan and Max should get more recognition for having great seasons. (Spencer, pipe down, that’s what first place is for.) What I enjoy is the similarity of their approach despite their different builds. Because they’ve also had recent success doing the other build. They are masters at normie fantasy footballing. They take a lot of value, make opportune moves, and they have struck a balance where they remain patient but not inactive. Max entered the draft with RB, WR, IDP keepers, so he went for Josh in the first round and stacked with Kincaid in the 5th. Evan entered with QB, RB, TE keepers, so he went for Jefferson and then took the swing on Travis Hunter before getting back to balance going WR-RB-RB-WR his next four picks. Between Allen and Kincaid, Max went WR-RB-WR-RB. Usually 8 or 9 of us go normie with 2 RBs and 2 WRs, but the alternating is ideal, and I think only Max, Coleman, Cam, and Brian pulled that off this year. They’re not having the same success as Sean or Spencer, but they’re competitive teams
“How often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. The game of chess we play, we play only against ourselves.”
We can split our fantasy players into four quadrants: Angels Who Are Angels, Angels Who Are Devils, Devils Who Are Angels, and Devils Who Are Devils. Taking into account angel and devil are approximations of “good” and “bad” and not any moral judgment (though we can do that one, too). Here are the all-stars for each quadrant.
Angels Actually Angels
QB Lamar, Allen, Hurts
RB Taylor, Gibbs, CMC
WR Chase, Puka
TE McBride, Kittle
(no shit Sean is dominating)
K Aubrey, Dicker
DL Garrett
LB Oluokun
DB Cross
Angels Actually Devils
QB Stroud, Kyler, Penix
RB Walker, Kamara
WR Marv, Metcalf
TE Hockenson, Pitts
K Bates, Little
DL Parsons
LB Zaire (except against me)
DB Budda
Devils Actually Angels
QB Stafford, Darnold, Flacco
RB Breece, Javonte, Dowdle
(dammit Sean)
WR Wan’Dale, Doubs, Pierce
TE Juwan, Schultz
K Myers, Folk
DL Josh & Montez Sweat
LB Miami duo (fuck you Sean)
DB Marcus Jones
Devils Actually Devils
QB Panthers
RB Titans
WR Bills
TE Browns
K Rams
DL Packers
LB Cardinals
DB Jags
Okay and now the morality version. No intended shade or praise to anyone left off these lists. Also some of these are guesses.
Angels-Angels
QB Lamar
RB Bijan, Dobbins
WR Evans, Davante
TE no idea
K not actually people
DL Quinnen Williams
LB Lavonte
DB Derwin
Angels-Devils
QB Mahomes
RB CMC
WR Amon-Ra
TE I presume most of them
K Tucker
DL Von Miller
LB Al-Shaair, Luvu
DB Winfield (complimentary)
Devils-Angels
QB Jameis Winston
RB Kamara, maybe
WR Diggs, Jameson
TE Njoku (literally engulfed in flames)
K Reichard (has reich right in the name)
DL Garrett
LB Quincy Williams
DB Ramsey
Devils-Devils
QB Kyler, Rodgers
RB Hunt
WR Tyreek
TE Kelce
K Butker, McManus
DL Bosas
LB Zaire Franklin (personal vendetta)
DB CJGJ
“The man downstairs… Is he a patient? A victim?”
Oliver, really, I can’t help but harp on the experiment you’re running this season. You put your team in shackles for fear it will harm itself or you? The shackles are the harm! Adopt the modern adage: if you’re in a position where you feel like you have to do something, you’re screwed. Don’t burn through your assets early.
“No, it was the world that hurt him, Elizabeth. I gave him life.”
Caleb Williams has to have been on more than half our teams in just over a season and a half, and I think he finally found his rightful place. And not only does Kennedy give Caleb a good home, Caleb gives Kennedy a potential top-5 QB for a few years. Silver lining and shit. Sorry. Silver lining around shit. A pile of shit. Kennedy's team is a pile of shit when you get past Caleb Williams.
“Pain is evidence of intelligence, is it not?”
Congrats to Kennedy and Oliver on their league-leading intelligence.
“Say one word. One word more. Anything. Make me save you.”
I dropped Bill in my other league without hesitation after the most recent Daniels injury. It felt great. It was easy because he was my fifth best RB. In Mortydome, he was my third best RB before I added Demercado, which is more an indictment of Bill than any praise for Demercado. Bill’s getting the axe this week because he actually seems like he’s lost the starting job to Chris Rodriguez.
“I called your name and understood I was alone.”
That's right, Bill. I'm not coming back.
“A fever gripped me for so long, but now it has passed, and I see you now as I should.”
I'm annoyed that I bought into the Darwin Thompson thing. I never do that! I didn't even believe in the Commanders. Goddamn espresso martini.
“I ask you but for a single grace: no more lies.”
All right, all right, fine. I planned the Bill pick before the espresso martini. I wanted him all along. I actually wanted him earlier and felt like I was being patient. Can we drop it now?
“We can be monsters together.”
After facing off last week, Shelby and Corey teamed up to take down the twins this week. With Kennedy, Spencer, and Sean stretching the seams, there is room for movement in the middle. Coleman, Cameron, and I all drop to .500, putting Brian and Corey one game back of fifth place while Shelby and Oliver are two games back. Another reason Oliver should have stayed in the game a little longer. I mean, just keeping Kittle this week would have been a 35-point swing, so starting Kamara over Harvey would have given Oliver a 10-point win and put him just one game back of fifth place.
“I have found sanity at such a cost, and you here… are madness calling me back.”
Brian is so ready to be out, and his team just refuses to die. I feel for him. I also feel that as the Chase owner, he can succeed where Oliver failed. He can ride Joe Flacco to that 6-seed.
“If you are not to reward me love, then I will indulge in rage. Mine is infinite.”
And if you are to trade for Love, then prepare for Flacco’s infinite ceiling. This league was founded on the tradition of passing around Joe Flacco for scam wins. You’ve forgotten your roots, and you will incur Flacco’s wrath. It’s also worth noting that The Packers starting center (and best lineman) broke his leg Monday night.
“To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love. And in its brevity, it’s tragedy, this has been made eternal. It is better this way, to fade, with your eyes gazing upon me.”
TL; DR I’m never trading Lamar.
“What are you hunting?” “Big game.”
Everyone trading a high pick this far ahead of the deadline is just trying to dynamite The Creature. It’s desperate, it’s deranged, and unlike Frankenstein’s monster, Sean will offer no forgiveness. He will snatch souls, break records, and ultimately make a rule that forces us to reconsider whether a game with only one possible winner is even a game at all.
“While you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?”
I commend everyone under .500 who has ignored me when I say you should be selling your players. You are keeping yourselves and others alive in this fight as long as possible, and you’re making the game better. Kennedy and Oliver should have to exclusively matchup with each other for the rest of the year.
QB
1. Rodgers vs. CIN
2. Tua vs. WAS
3. Brissett vs. SF
RB
1. Tyler Allgeier
2. Bhayshul Tuten
3. Sean Tucker
WR
1. Jerry Jeudy
2. Josh Palmer
3. Cooper Kupp
TE
1. Dalton Schultz
2. Cade Otton
3. Juwan Johnson (bye)
K
1. Cam Little
DL
1. Danielle Hunter
2. Hines-Allen
3. Jalon Walker
LB
1. Quincy Williams
2. Lavonte
3. Seahawks
DB
1. Moehrig
2. Emmanwori
3. DeJean
Weird season rolls on. Can’t get through one game with more than three starting o-linemen. Baker has sort of settled into the same QB tier as Sam Darnold, the most flawed of the good QBs. The defense is really, really good, shutting down 7 of 11 of the Pats’ offensive drives. The only problem is they allowed touchdowns on the other four, three home runs and a seven-minute drive that ended the first half. I don’t mind the home runs. They weren’t coverage busts. They were insane plays. I mind the seven-minute drive to end the half. I mind Pop Douglas getting matched up with Anthony Nelson. The TD itself was fine once it got to first and goal from the one. As long as the offense doesn’t commit a penalty in that situation. They should be able to get one yard. And they hard to work their asses off. I’m not worried about the defense, but I think the front seven is thin. Had Reddick been playing and it was either him or Diaby matched up on Douglas, I’m not sure they convert that third and long. Not that either of them can cover Douglas, but they can cover ground and could have closed that window. I’m a little worried to face the Bills in Buffalo coming off their embarrassing loss to Miami, followed by travelling to LA to face the Rams. But at 6-5, our remaining schedule will be Cards, Saints, Falcons, Panthers, Dolphins, Panthers. Everything’s good. Egbuka, Tez, and Otton can hold down the passing game. Not super confident in the RBs, but also not concerned unless this is the RB room we take into the playoffs. Idk what the deal is with Bucky. Seems insane he didn’t end up on IR. His social media following the injury made it sound like he’d miss the season, but it could have also been him being dramatic. He put out another post today saying, “Thank You Lord” with a picture of him getting a first down, maybe? All I know is the Patriots beat us because they’re DTF. If we want to be Super Bowl contenders, we need to be DTF, too.
