Well, Make Up Your Minds Already

Are the Bengals Super or Suspect? Answer: Yes.

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So what are we supposed to say about them now?

A week ago — hell, a day ago — the Bengals were on life support. That little stim machine hooked up to Joe Burrow’s calf was really a defibrillator. Beneath his jersey was a feeding tube. The Bengals had a clergyman on speed dial.

Or so it seemed.

Today? Well, today, all aboard the Super Bowl express. The sun is shining, the lottery has been won. The Bengals are great again. Just like that.

How did Burrow go from Tennessee to Arizona without first passing Go and collecting his $200? How can Burrow do a bad impression of himself one Sunday, then be the co-star of his own movie the next?

More to the point: Why would anyone bet on an NFL game?

In reality, this sort of unsophisticated, doomsday/great day thinking is on us fans and unwashed media types. For some reason, the NFL has sold us on the notion that every Sunday is Armageddon. It’s not.