I need to press pause on the flow of morning-after news and nuggets and takes and whatever to applaud, and perhaps curse, MDS for an uncanny run of spot-on predictions.
Though I still hold the lead in our season-to-date picks contest by three games, what MDS has done in predicting the scores of the last three Raiders games makes me wonder whether he should be committed to Briarcliff, laughing maniacally in a white jumpsuit.
Two weeks ago, he picked the Saints to beat the Raiders, 38-17. The Saints beat the Raiders. 38-17.
Last Sunday, MDS picked the Bengals to stomp the Silver and Black, 34-10. Final score? Cincinnati 34, Oakland 10.
Yesterday, he picked the Black Hole to turn Brown, 21-17. And Cleveland won the game by the score of 20-17.
When I mentioned MDS’s uncanny run to Peter King (while openly cursing MDS), King was intrigued and amazed, and he immediately banged out on his laptop the mention of MDS’s pre-Festivus feats of football strength that appears in his Monday Morning Quarterback column.
So good work, MDS. You bastard.
