NFL 2024 Weekly Predictions Contest: Week 6

[Canadian Cheddar]

The crazy game was ridiculous. Had the kickers been able to hit the score could have been 27-26. The Bills were 1st and goal. Had they got 7 I would have been the lucky one.

They had the goal posts well mic'ed up. They sounded awesome, and it helped the Bills to victory. On the downside, what's with all the penalties? These teams despise one another.

 

[OldSchool101]

Great Finish @ voyageur !

 

[OldSchool101]

That Officiating last night in NY was horrible. There were 22 flags and as bad as it was it should’ve like 14-15 tops. I get the false starts etc but too many flags it ruined the game imo

Then the one flag that mattered was PI against Buffalo that did not get called and NY lost a TD.

 

[Voyageur]

Great Finish @ voyageur !

Thanks! I'd like to say it's skill, but in all honesty, I've never gotten 13 out of 14 right before. It's pure luck.

 

[Voyageur]

True, no bingos since week 2. However, when you go 13-1 you don't need no stinking bingos to take over first place. Well done!

Thanks! Just luck. I will do my best to remain humble!

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[Canadian Cheddar]

Thanks! I'd like to say it's skill, but in all honesty, I've never gotten 13 out of 14 right before. It's pure luck.

Luck is where skill and opportunity come together.
Roman philosopher, Seneca. Not Lombardi or Parcells.

 

[milani]

Great Finish @ voyageur !

Outstanding! You climbed the ladder with consistency. Sooner or later you will hit one.

 

[Voyageur]

Luck is where skill and opportunity come together.
Roman philosopher, Seneca. Not Lombardi or Parcells.

Which team did Seneca coach? Did he make it to the NFL as a player? Must be before my time.

 

[Calebs Revenge]

No, no no not a NFL coach that's that female tennis player who beat everybody....

 

[OldSchool101]

Thanks! Just luck. I will do my best to remain humble!

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Well. The only thing I can say to help you remain humble is to remind the King (you) we’re not exactly the most dynamic group of Subjects.

Once the King asked me for advice. He wanted to know if he should invite some Common People to a Party?
So..without much thought at all..
I told him not to “Subject” himself
Then he demoted me from Cup
-Bearer and turned me into
“Head Cheese”

 

[Voyageur]

Well. The only thing I can say to help you remain humble is to remind the King (you) we’re not exactly the most dynamic group of Subjects.

Once the King asked me for advice. He wanted to know if he should invite some Common People to a Party?
So..without much thought at all..
I told him not to “Subject” himself
Then he demoted me from Cup
-Bearer and turned me into
“Head Cheese”

Even though I'm a 50s/60s music person, a song comes along once in a while that I like. Sometimes it's the music itself, sometimes the words. This is one that I like for both reasons. The story is one that we should all remember, because no matter how far up we go, with anything, the trip back down will come. I see it every day. I have friends, like myself, who served in Vietnam, and were firemen and police officers. In our day, we were the bada$$es, who could handle it. Now we're the frail older generation who needs protection by those who are now what we once were. Anyhow, here's the words to one of my favorite song, and a link to the music itself.

Viva La Vida

Song by Coldplay
Lyrics




I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead, long live the king
One minute, I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there was never, never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Aw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world.

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[milani]

Which team did Seneca coach? Did he make it to the NFL as a player? Must be before my time.

Are you thinking of Seneca Wallace? He is significant. Or was.

 

[Voyageur]

Are you thinking of Seneca Wallace? He is significant. Or was.

Actually, I knew who Seneca was. In fact, I have been to Cordoba, Spain, and at the statue honoring him. The man we refer to as Seneca was actually the younger. The Son of Seneca who was a Roman Senator, representing that area of Spain, in Rome. He was quite the scholar.

I was just making a joke about it. Pretending I didn't know who he was. I do remember Seneca Wallace though, and Seneca, the Indian Tribe.

My biggest take from Seneca is what I prescribe to. He wrote;

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

 

[Canadian Cheddar]

Are you thinking of Seneca Wallace?

He is significant. Or was.

Silence! Or the gods will smite
ye.

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[Canadian Cheddar]

Actually, I knew who Seneca was. In fact, I have been to Cordoba, Spain, and at the statue honoring him. The man we refer to as Seneca was actually the younger. The Son of Seneca who was a Roman Senator, representing that area of Spain, in Rome. He was quite the scholar.

I was just making a joke about it. Pretending I didn't know who he was. I do remember Seneca Wallace though, and Seneca, the Indian Tribe.

My biggest take from Seneca is what I prescribe to. He wrote;

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

The Internet told me about Seneca the Roman philosopher. I didn't know who Seneca was, or maybe I had forgotten the dude. The only Seneca I had heard of were the eastern Great Lake Indian tribe from Ontario and upstate New York. I even spent part of one evening in a Buffalo Seneca Tribe Casino a few years back. Voyaguer, don't you remember fur trading with the Seneca? I suppose you went to Spain instead.

 

[Canadian Cheddar]

Even though I'm a 50s/60s music person, a song comes along once in a while that I like. Sometimes it's the music itself, sometimes the words. This is one that I like for both reasons. The story is one that we should all remember, because no matter how far up we go, with anything, the trip back down will come. I see it every day. I have friends, like myself, who served in Vietnam, and were firemen and police officers. In our day, we were the bada$$es, who could handle it. Now we're the frail older generation who needs protection by those who are now what we once were. Anyhow, here's the words to one of my favorite song, and a link to the music itself.

Viva La Vida

Song by Coldplay
Lyrics




I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning, I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
Now the old king is dead, long live the king
One minute, I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
Once you'd gone, there was never, never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Aw, who would ever wanna be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason, I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringin'
Roman Cavalry choirs are singin'
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world.

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Yeah, that's an epic. I like it.

 

[Canadian Cheddar]

No, no no not a NFL coach that's that female tennis player who beat everybody....

Aryna Sabalenka? She's ranked #2. She hasn't beat everybody...yet.

 

[milani]

Actually, I knew who Seneca was. In fact, I have been to Cordoba, Spain, and at the statue honoring him. The man we refer to as Seneca was actually the younger. The Son of Seneca who was a Roman Senator, representing that area of Spain, in Rome. He was quite the scholar.

I was just making a joke about it. Pretending I didn't know who he was. I do remember Seneca Wallace though, and Seneca, the Indian Tribe.

My biggest take from Seneca is what I prescribe to. He wrote;

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

Other than Seneca Wallace being the one who brought Scott Tolzien to the forefront he is notable for one other iota. The LAST time the Packers won a game in Seattle I believe he was the Seahawk QB.

 

[Thirteen Below]

Thanks! Just luck. I will do my best to remain humble!

I've often noticed that being really good at something frequently puts you in a position where luck has a better chance to get you the rest of the way home.

I have friends, like myself, who served in Vietnam, and were firemen and police officers. In our day, we were the bada$$es, who could handle it. Now we're the frail older generation who needs protection by those who are now what we once were.

I'm surprised; I wouldn't picture you as anything close to frail. I've learned a lot of things as I've piled up the birthdays, and one of the things I've learned is that the longer you live the more shortcuts and dirty tricks you learn. And the harder it becomes for someone half your age to outsmart you with some obscure treachery or another, or take you by surprise with something they just thought of but already happened to you the first time back during the Carter Presidency.

At 66 (67 on Friday), I may not pack the same punch I did 30 or even 20 years ago, but I shouldn't need to as often either.... because I've used some of that time to read Sun Tzu. Maybe I'll feel differently in 5 or 10 years (or a couple more covids), but for now, I see our generation as experienced, rather than frail.

It's like the two bulls standing on top of the hill; a young one, and an old one. The young one looks down at the herd of cows grazing in the valley, and says to the old bull, "Hey - let's run down there and *** a couple of those cows!" The old bull says, "No... we're going to walk down there, and *** every one of them."

Anyhow, here's the words to one of my favorite song, and a link to the music itself.

I've heard of Coldplay obviously, but didn't know anything about them. Always under my radar, but these lyrics were incredible. so i went to Youtube and listened.

Thanks. It's still not something I'd go out of my way to listen to, because that style of music doesn't really do anything for me, but the lyrics? Wow. I can certainly see why they have such a rabid fan base. That's damned good songwriting. Thanks for posting that.

 

[Voyageur]

The Internet told me about Seneca the Roman philosopher. I didn't know who Seneca was, or maybe I had forgotten the dude. The only Seneca I had heard of were the eastern Great Lake Indian tribe from Ontario and upstate New York. I even spent part of one evening in a Buffalo Seneca Tribe Casino a few years back. Voyaguer, don't you remember fur trading with the Seneca? I suppose you went to Spain instead.

I have a hunch my ancestors may well have traded with the Senecas, since my roots in Canada began when an enlisted French soldier stayed in New France, when his enlistment expired, instead of opting to return to France. He made his way to the Montreal area, and was part of the early settlers in Lachine, where he married a Filles du Roi. Members of the family were killed in the Lachine Massacre, carried out by the Mohawks, who were part of the Iroquois nation, just like the Senecas. But, it was not the Senecas who were involved.

From there, part of the family, including my ancestors, went to Montreal, and headed west, to Hawkesbury, Ontario, where they were loggers and trappers. From there, as time went on, they crossed into the US at the Soo Locks at Sault Ste. Marie, and ended up in the Menominee Michigan area, as members of logging concerns. The rest is modern day history, except for one detail. One of my ancestors brothers was a carver. There's a museum on what's called French Island, located between Menominee, and Marinette, WI, where an entire miniature logging camp that he carved stands as the centerpiece of the entire operation.

As for me? If I tried to whittle on a stick I'd probably cut a finger off. I got nothing!

 

[Voyageur]

I've often noticed that being really good at something frequently puts you in a position where luck has a better chance to get you the rest of the way home.



I'm surprised; I wouldn't picture you as anything close to frail. I've learned a lot of things as I've piled up the birthdays, and one of the things I've learned is that the longer you live the more shortcuts and dirty tricks you learn. And the harder it becomes for someone half your age to outsmart you with some obscure treachery or another, or take you by surprise with something they just thought of but already happened to you the first time back during the Carter Presidency.

At 66 (67 on Friday), I may not pack the same punch I did 30 or even 20 years ago, but I shouldn't need to as often either.... because I've used some of that time to read Sun Tzu. Maybe I'll feel differently in 5 or 10 years (or a couple more covids), but for now, I see our generation as experienced, rather than frail.

It's like the two bulls standing on top of the hill; a young one, and an old one. The young one looks down at the herd of cows grazing in the valley, and says to the old bull, "Hey - let's run down there and *** a couple of those cows!" The old bull says, "No... we're going to walk down there, and *** every one of them."



I've heard of Coldplay obviously, but didn't know anything about them. Always under my radar, but these lyrics were incredible. so i went to Youtube and listened.

Thanks. It's still not something I'd go out of my way to listen to, because that style of music doesn't really do anything for me, but the lyrics? Wow. I can certainly see why they have such a rabid fan base. That's damned good songwriting. Thanks for posting that.

 

[Voyageur]

There comes a time when we have to pass the torch. It's true in sports, and every day life. We've done our part, now it's time for someone else to carry on the tradition. The way we protected the younger and older generation becomes the job of those who have picked up our torch. It took me years to accept that. It's like the belief I realized; "My mind says I can still do this, but my body is betraying me." It's better if I don't try, and let someone who can actually do the task handle it, because I might interfere with it being successfully completed. I think you're beginning to come to terms with it. It's not an easy transition.

A few years ago, I went with one of my Sons to a sports bar in Austin, TX, to watch a Packer game. Earl Campbell, the great RB was there, in a wheel chair. I was sitting at a table when he came in. I'd never met him, but he kind of migrated in my direction because I was a lot older than the normal patrons. Plus, I was kind of sitting out of the way, at a table, not in the middle of the beaten path. We began idle chit-chat. People kept coming up to him and saying things like; "You look like you could still gain 100 yards a game Earl!" He smile, shake their hands, and when they walked away, the smile would disappear. As we talked, he indicated that those comments by people were intended to make him feel better, but in reality, it made him feel like he was letting himself and others down. Essentially we were both facing the same crisis in life, when "the game" had passed us by, and we were now on the sidelines, as spectators. No matter what your life history is, this is going to happen to all of us, who live full lives.

Neither of us said we learned anything from the conversation, but in all honesty, I did. I came away with the feeling that I'd done my part, now it was someone else's turn. I could enjoy the rest of my life knowing that I had made a mark in my lifetime. Like Earl, I was one of the guys who could make things happen, and did. That's when I learned to accept the fact that I'm no longer the guy who could take down a guy who attacked me as a cop, but someone who should accept protection from a cop, who could do the job just like I did, before him. Like my #2 son said. "Dad! You've paid your dues. It's someone else's turn."

Yeah. I'm not a modern music fan either. But when I heard the song, and listened to the lyrics, it seemed to fit into how I feel as I get older. We aren't immortal, and how we handle ourselves in the middle of the journey are the keys to how we will be treated ourselves, near the end. It's why I listen to that song at times. Usually when I feel depressed about not being able to do things I still want to do. It's a reminder of how life works.