It’s going to 11

Week 11. Nearly three months into this injury-laden season, and with the exception of New Orleans, there is not one team I can truly get behind sitting atop their division. And insult to injury, neither the Giants nor the Jets seem likely to have much of a post-season. So now what?

I’m still liking Pittsburgh and Green Bay, two teams that always provide marquee Sunday entertainment. I’m wondering not so unselfishly whether the Ravens can throw the Colts off their road to a perfect season. I obvi like Brees and the Saints, but then again, who doesn’t? They need not my love to succeed, but they have it nonetheless.

And come Thursday, after shoveling a grotesque amount of roast turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, glazed carrots, roasted vegetables, and sausage and sage stuffing down my gullet, I’m going to settle in to the rarest of pleasures for one without DirecTV: watching a Giants game with my dad on the west coast. Thanksgiving, indeed.

Happy NFL Sunday, friends…

—B