This morning when I came into the office and took off my coat, I heard a loud groan. Then several words that have been banned by the GLS thought police, and more groaning.
A lack of caffeine and general grogginess from a late night of blogging that ended in eating a frozen pizza at 1:30 a.m. prevented me from making the connection which should have been obvious. The source of the anger marching down the hallway was Cam Stewart, and the swinging pendulum of NFL betting smacked him straight in the groin yesterday.
Cam’s of course no stranger to losing, winning, and then losing some more. But there’s a special kind of pain that comes with losing money because of Billy Cundiff’s wayward foot.
So there should an extra helping of rage and redness in the championship weekend Red Heat podcast…