With just two weeks left in the season, eighteen teams are scrambling for the final six playoff spots. And, in a sad turn for competitive playoff football, some of those spots will go to NFC teams. If you'll forgive me overlooking the Raiders' five turnovers in a 20-0 shutout against the Rams, here's a quick look at the immense suckitude of the NFC playoff picture:
East: Despite another Cowboys win Saturday night, if the Eagles win out, they win the division outright. Wasn't Philly in freefall a month ago? Also, the Giants, who are 1-5 over the last six weeks, are somehow in good position for a wild card. Gamblers everywhere hunger for Eli Manning in the playoffs.
South: Talk about letdown games: the Saints win today's Suck-Off with a shameful 16-10 loss at home to the craptastic Redskins. It's like they refused to let pundits think they were an excellent, dangerous team for more than a week. Oh, and everyone who picked the Panthers for the Super Bowl? <Triumph the Insult Comic Dog> YOU SUCK! </Triumph>
North: The Bears needed overtime to beat the Bucs after blowing a 14-point lead in the fourth quarter at Soldier Field. This is the best team in the NFC.
West: The Seahawks, once 8-4, have lost two straight (Arizona and San Francisco) to set the stage for a fabulous late-season collapse. Watch for the Niners to come out as 8-8 division champs.
Guhhhhhh. I'd rather have unprotected sex with Paris Hilton in the East River than bet on the NFC in the Super Bowl.

Ugh. Football makes me want to kill myself. That’s what I get for admitting I’m a Saints fan after 22 years of knowing better. That game was so suck-tastic, I had to chug two beers, go home, and sleep for a few hours just to continue living.
Motherfucking Titans are 7-7. That is all.
What, no honorable mention in the Suck-Off for the Jags?
Giving up thirty-something defensive and special teams points to the Titans ought to count heavily.
“It’s like they refused to let pundits think they were an excellent, dangerous team for more than a week.” Dude, it’s all part of Sean Payton’s master plan to keep anyone from taking them too seriously as a contender. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway. What? You don’t think so? *covers ears* Lalala I can’t hear you…