Meet Steve Sugg!
Well, folks, at long last, our great picker of Week 7 games, Steve Sugg, daned to descend from the heavens and answer a few snarky questions. Rather than having his late-to-the-party responses clutter up this week's column, your beloved Couch Potato thought it made sense to do a mid-week update. So, ladies and gentlemen, meet Steve Sugg:
CP: What was the secret to your 13-1 explosion this week?
SS: I pick more based on coaches. The NFL is the only league where coaching matters so damn much. I could manage the Red Sox and do fine. But Bellichick can run the Patriots better than I. It is safe to bet against: M. Schottenheimer in games that count; Norv Turner anytime and Joe Gibbs against the point spread.
CP: What’s your favorite breakfast?
SS: Humble pie
SS: You’ll have to ask my maid.
SS: Both. If I’ve been running, antibacterial bar soap gets the crevices. But body wash is best before a hot date. It is cheaper than cologne and has the safe effect.
CP: Quiz—What did Don Meredith sing at the end of every Monday Night Football game he broadcast?
SS: “Turn Out The Lights; The Party’s Over” Come on, Couch Potato, make ‘em a little tougher next time.
(Note to SS: Let's not make the younger players feel inferior!)
CP: Your favorite team is playing in the Super Bowl. At the same time, your son/daughter is debuting in the American Children’s Theater production of Fiddler on the Roof. TiVo is down, you have no recordable media in your house, and the stores are all closed. What do you do?
SS: One can always have more kids. The Chiefs—especially with Herm Edwards at the helm—will likely make the playoffs just once more in my lifetime. It is a no brainer. Have the wife record the production. (Actually, my above answer was wrong. I wouldn’t marry a woman who’d let a kid choose a theater production over the Super Bowl when the Chiefs are playing. My kid would don a Damon Huard jersey and the wife and I would make chili and ice down lots of beer. That’d work. One can always fiddle on the roof another day.)
SS: I went to a downtown bar in a trendy part of DC on SAT to watch college football. My drink: Pabst Blue Ribbon.
CP: Tell us one juicy secret about yourself.
SS: I’m as pure as the driven snow.
(Note to SS: You're also full of $%*#!)
CP: Tell us one juicy secret about someone you know in this pool.
SS: Scott Rowson had a very difficult run in with a Jameson last week. I watched it happen. And I wish I could say it was Jenna.
(Note to SS: Now, now, what was I saying about our younger players?)
SS: I’ll go out on a limb for next week before the spread even comes out. I’m taking the Patriots over the Redskins.

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