Last year, I watched my (now ex-)boyfriend's (then) team defeat the New England Patriots while sitting on my bed in the dining area because my bedroom carpet and floor was being treated for mold on account of the water that seeped into that room from Harvey's conveyor belt of ocean water just before. This year, I'm back on my couch, like a human again, not surrounded by furniture in a Tetris arrangement.
My numbers have Philly, but my gut went with Atlanta. In the second half, with all of Atlanta's injuries and the first touchdown of the season, I can't change my pick, but Philly might win this.
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