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I’ve already told you that I’m drinking the koolaid this year. At the beginning of the season I thought the Packers had a puncher’s chance at the playoffs. Now I think that puncher is Rocky Balboa and Apollo Creed is still alive and training him. And Mickey Goldmill, too.

But with all this early success, you just know what’s coming. It’s something sinister, instilling fear and uncertainty into the exultant thoughts of Packer fans worldwide.

It’s theYabuts.

The Yabuts are coming.

And you may have already had encounters with some of them (I pray you survived!) - you’d know by the things you’d hear when they’re around:

Yabut, the Eagles weren’t really in sync when the Packers played them.

Yabut, the Giants had to field an injured quarterback and don’t have Tiki Barber.

And next week you’ll probably hear:

Yabut, the Chargers are not the same team with Norv Turner at the helm.

I suggest you avoid the Yabuts at all costs. The Packers have beaten every team placed in front of them. And each one of them is an above-average franchise, who had the same amount of practice and preseason work the Packers did. And this win had some of that same feel as last week, where you had an inner confidence that the defense would stand up to the potent offensive talent of San Diego. And when Favre took the field, unlike the last few years, you felt like the odds were better that he was going to will the team to a 4th quarter win than toss the other team the ball (and the win) from his knees after being spun 540 degrees.

So the Packers put another notch in their Desert Eagle .50, beating the San Diego Chargers 31-24, with the Minnesota Vikings next on the list.

Bring it.

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I want to make sure I get a solid finger count before this week, because there’s a lot of uncertainty in the air this week. Near-perennial losers (Raiders, Bucs) have been putting up good fights and even winning.

So I’m pulling this weeks pick from my ass. When it comes time to settle up, I’m hoping these picks won’t put me in a spot where I have to choose which finger(s) I could live without.

As always, winners are bold:
STL @ TB
SD @ GB - San Diego has the mastermind behind the collapses of two NFL franchises (Raiders and Redskins) in Norv Turner, but with as many injuries as we have this week, even that won’t be enough to boost the Packers to a win.  With almost every running back injured along with most all of the receiving corps, Favre’s going to have to throw to himself to make any offense. San Diago* will walk out of the house that Curly built with a win.
MIA @ NYJ
ARI @ BAL
IND @ HOU
DET @ PHI - If Detroit is better than Philadelphia, I’m obviously in the bizarro football universe.
MIN @ KC
BUF @ NE
SF @ PIT
CLE @ OAK
CIN @ SEA
JAC @ DEN
NYG @ WAS
CAR @ ATL
DAL @ CHI
TEN @ NO

Record this season:

Week 1: 10-6
Week 2: 12-4

* Check the 2:10 mark of the video. I think Norv Turner embodies all that San Diago stands for.

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A few months ago the Atomic Dog Santana Dotson was reminiscing with Bob and Brian about the most recent Packer glory years, and how it felt going into each game during the Superbowl runs. He described it like Terry Bradshaw did when he described the Pittsburgh Steeler Superbowl runs of the 70’s - going into each game knowing “We are going to Kick.   Your.   Ass.”

Like going into a Kung Fu fight with Bruce Lee having your back.

That’s kind of what it looked like on Sunday when the Packers traveled to New Jersey’s Meadowlands to face the Giants.

Favre was smiling like he used to a little more than a decade ago; when the offense took the field, I didn’t have that uneasy “Oh shit…what’s going to happen this series?” feeling. It felt like the Packers were a big boulder that had just been nudged from the top of a hill and were rolling down. Stay the f&@k out of the away or you’ll be Spam, brother.

The Giants got in the way, getting the New York state of mind slapped out of them, 35-13.

And there was some of that same nostalgia when the defense took the field. Instead of worrying about what coverage would be blown or what arm tackles would get shrugged off on the opposing team’s quick jog for seven, I was excited, waiting to see A.J. Hawk treat another player like a piñata filled with footballs, or Aaron Kampman or Cullen Jenkins snuff another quarterback or running back.

There will be no Giants mathematic acrobatics to leapfrog the Packers into the playoffs this year.