As the NFL season approaches the halfway point, the pretenders are starting to be separated from the contenders. Week 6 left me with many questions. Was Carson Wentz’s hot start a fluke? Should Dak Prescott continue to start when Romo is healthy? What the heck has happened to Aaron Rodgers? Are Ryan Fitzpatrick, Geno Smith (Todd Bowles’s shamed backup last week turned starter this week) and the Jets the most disappointing team of 2016? With these questions plaguing the league, Tom Brady sure has answered whether or not he still has enough gas left in the tank to compete in the NFL. The Patriots top my week 7 power rankings.
Week 7 Predictions:
Packers 27 Bears 20 Giants 24 Rams 17 Chiefs 30 Saints 20 Titans 23 Colts 20 Vikings 17 Eagles 14 Bengals 31 Browns 17 Lions 24 Redskins 20 Jaguars 23 Raiders 19 Bills 30 Dolphins 20 Ravens 24 Jets 14 Buccaneers 31 49ers 24 Falcons 30 Chargers 21 Patriots 27 Steelers 20 Seahawks 20 Cardinals 17 Broncos 23 Texans 14
Bear down and protect yourselves!!! It’s time for another hurricane in Florida. This is my first one as recently I’ve moved here from Chicago. And nothing gets me through storms easier than music (and booze). This is what you should thematically be listening to.
The title says it all. No other reason.
I had to again after my one post of its release. I mean, consider the illusion the path meteorologists say it’ll take, until it veers off course and hits you directly. Idk. It makes sense to me.
Many people love hurricanes, many people don’t. But nothing’s more annoying than preparing for something , in this case stocking up on food and water, and never needing it. You wasted your time and money. So this shit better at least cause a slight power outage so I can eat the food.
The title says it here too. What are you really gonna be doing when the lights go out? Checkers? Hide and seek? Nah. Get jiggy with it, or whatever these Brits say.
So you see my late 90’s-early 00’s bias, right? Consider this the “after” song. But no, Matthew, do not hit me one more time. Go dissipate in the ocean.
Kinda the symbolic “fuck you, we hate this destruction you bring” song. I don’t wanna deal with the cleanup.
So why am I not evacuating? What am I doing hangin’ ’round? Bad idea, I know. Death is knocking at my door, and yes that’s a huge exaggeration.
Not all of these truly fit a hurricane setting but they’re all damn good regardless. Stay safe out there folks, as I’ll try too.