Week 3, Oktoberfest Edition

Tough week. But when the chips are down, really down, you know marketing will be there to pick us right back up again. I didn't know what could possibly be worse than our collective scores this week until Anheuser-Busch's normally formidable ad agency rolled out this masterpiece:

Think back to the best beer you've ever had...and now get ready to top it. Budweiser.

Yup, seriously. A-B will be held responsible for the spontanteous combustion of at least 1,329 German Brewmasters.

Two guys in the pool aren't complaining much about their scores this week. Or if they are, Ed Hochuli will be over shortly to kick their asses.

"Al Davis touched me like this once. To this day, he wears Wal-Mart sweatsuits."
These gentlemen are Joe Mittnacht (first place in a landslide) and Chris Reuther (second). The results will stand regardless of the outcome of the game going on right now that features the Cincinnati "Who dey? And do dey play D?" Bengals vs. the New England Patriot Acts.

Sometimes when the favorites go down en masse, we have one or two smartypant-types who spoil the curve by betting heavy on a Murderer's Row of, say, Atlanta, Kansas City, and Buffalo. That's not the case this week, as all scores suffered and we more or less wound up with a push. And things could be worse. You could be Norv Turner. Or the Mets.

Back shortly with a link to the finances and the usual threats about paying up the entry fees. I need a new enforcer now that Tammy Faye has gone to that great makeup counter in the sky.