I can’t write about regression to the mean in fantasy football without thinking of Ben Gretch’s Substack article, If I Never Hear the Word Regression Again, It’ll Be Too Soon. Blair Andrews’ Why You Shouldn’t Believe in Regression to the Mean plays on misconceptions about the
Lions @ 49ers, Monday @ 8:15 PM I’m not saying Dan Campbell is a vengeful man, but I’m also not certain he wouldn't get a grin out of a little cosmic justice. The Cowboys were gifted a victory against his Lions late last year after a penalty
Falcons @ Commanders, Sunday @ 8:20 PM The Ouroboros, an ancient symbol of a serpent devouring its own tail, represents the endless cycle of life, death, and renewal. It embodies the relentless rhythm of existence, where the past and future are forever intertwined, and nothing truly begins or ends. The Atlanta
Seahawks @ Bears, Thursday @ 8:15 PM The magnitude of Thursday’s game might be a matter of who you ask; for Chicago, it is that moment, suspended in time before an inevitable impact—where there is no longer hope of avoiding the sickening crunch, the busted glass; there is only
Ravens @ Texans, Wednesday @ 4:30 PM ‘Twas the ev’ning of Christmas, and through NRG, Rose the smell of Coors, brisket, and cotton candy. The Texans had clinched the AFC South, And next would come nachos, inserted to mouth. ‘Neath this easy feeling, a rumble did stir, Not by indigestion
Chiefs @ Steelers, Wednesday @ 1:00 PM In western Pennsylvania, there are things to remember and forget; Acrisure Stadium stands as a mighty monolith—a den as feared as the wolves within it—and as a filter directing Pittsburghers to know which is which. There, bold as brass against the Allegheny
Saints @ Packers, Monday @ 8:15 PM It is fitting that snow is expected in Green Bay on Monday night; the 2024 Saints are reminiscent of Napoleon’s Grande Armée. They swaggered past Week 2, much like Napoleon cantered towards Moscow. Banners flapping in the wind, drunk on hubris and adrenaline;
Buccaneers @ Cowboys, Sunday @ 8:20 PM In the summer of 1993, Galveston hung in limbo—metastable, uncertain, and unbearably hot. The oppressive heat and humidity clung to everything, and breathing air felt like climbing a mountain. The city, once vibrant, had been battered by oil spills in the late ’80s