Yes, I'm insane, but after a 9 month stint in an institution that appeared to be more insane than I was, I find myself teetering on the brink of insanity once again due to my lack of ability to pick ONE fucking NFL game correctly. Sure, I get the occasional win like every nerdy 15 year old gets to pet the beaver on prom, but I rack up zero consistent streaks of good fortune. The days of continous hours of therapy, checkers, scrabble, and rook with the other mentally challenged people on my floor seem to be the more pleasurable experience compared to this debacle I've found myself in lately. Not only I'm a certifiable documented nut job, but I got this obsession of the mind and body of alcholism. Hi, I'm NEEMER, I'm an alcoholic(it's an anonymous program). Hadn't thought too much about twisting the seal off my grey goose bottle that I've got hidden in the back of the toilet in the upstairs guestroom, but when that damn packer game didn't go over the total, I found myself taking a shower up there peeking in the toilet just to see if my little buddy was still laying in his water bowl like a glass fish. For 2 1/2 years I've managed not to break open that bottle in case of emergency. But damn it, if these Lions don't cover the number tomorrow, I might have to see if that grey goose still tastes the same as it did 2 1/2 years ago. It might just have watered down a tad and not be as stout as it once was. So any opinions on this game would be much appreciated for ole Neemer's sanity.

