
Monday Night Madness: Kamehameha makes it two comebacks in two weeks
Eighteen point seven three: Dak Prescott clears Jeff Carrico's number, and Kamehameha has won two in a row.

Eighteen point seven three: Dak Prescott clears Jeff Carrico's number, and Kamehameha has won two in a row.

Jim Miller did the arithmetic for me Monday morning, before anyone had kicked a ball in Philadelphia.

Melanie Patterson would not count it. Dandy had led the Inexperienced Blitz since Sunday night, the margin was thinner than it looked, and Dallas Goedert still had a game to play in Philadelphia.
Jeff Carrico told me Monday afternoon what he would be wearing.
Susan Herzog is a Dallas Cowboys fan. On Monday night, by her own account, she was pulling for two Eagles.
Joey McVey's email came in late Monday night, after the Cowboys had finished off the Eagles and the last numbers of Week 7 had settled.
CeeDee Lamb played the last game of Week 7 the way you'd want your best receiver to play a game that was already gone.
Monday night, while Dallas was putting 38 on Philadelphia, there were two men in that game the Dragons had reason to watch.
On Monday afternoon Scott Heilig told me exactly where he'd be for the Dallas game: the same seat, the same red shirt, saying two words he had never said in his life.
Sunday night, Echo Paden told me it wasn't over yet. She was right for about another 24 hours.
By the time Dallas and Philadelphia were done Monday night, there was nothing left for Jihaad Campbell to save, and nobody in the Annihilators' building had asked him to save it.
The Crimson Tide beat Injury Prone 110.6 to 96.1 in Week 7, and they're 5-2.
Michael Paden II did not wait for Monday night to say it.
Joey McVey has a line he uses after a loss, and on Sunday night, after the Crimson Tide beat Injury Prone 108.1 to 91.8, he sent me the update on it himself.
On Friday afternoon the official word on Cole Kmet was about as plain as an injury report gets: out for the rest of the season.
For a week I have been writing around a silence. I asked Jim Miller, more than once, why Brandon Aubrey started at kicker against the Fumblers while Tyler Bass kicked four field goals on his bench.
I have spent a month not quite believing in the Sports Ballers.
For a week I carried one question around this beat like a stone in my shoe.
I had this column written a week ago. It was about Bryce Young, and it went like this: the quarterback did his job against the Dragons, threw for 281 yards and two touchdowns, and Dandy lost anyway, s
A week ago I sat down to write about Isaiah Likely because he'd just had the best afternoon of anyone on the Fumblers' sheet: six catches, 99 yards, a 24-yard touchdown and a two-point conversion against It's Miller Time.
For most of this fall, Susan Herzog let her roster do the talking.
Jason Bielski opened with an apology. "Sorry it took me a week, Rachel," the Annihilators owner wrote Sunday night, and then he answered nearly everything I had asked him since last Monday, in a handf
Jeff Carrico wants the credit, and he isn't shy about asking for it.
Tony Lai's team scored 131 points on the road Sunday, and the first thing he told me was that he wants more.
For a week I carried this column around half-written in my head.
For two days the George Pickens trade was two lines of agate and a lot of guessing.
Since last Tuesday I've had one line in my notebook about this team: the Strikers could not hide in Week 7.
Last week I argued that the Crimson Tide were Kenneth Walker III, Malik Nabers and not much behind them.
Scott Heilig says he stood through the whole fourth quarter the night Christian McCaffrey carried his team past IR Kings.
Matt Carrico had already done the math by the time he answered me Sunday night.
Echo Paden has set a time for the real answer, and it isn't tonight.
Mike Carrico's team is ahead. He would like you to know he doesn't think that will last.
Bobby Okereke spent Sunday on the bench and still had one of the best days of anybody wearing a Dragons helmet.
Nobody buys a jersey for the kicker. Nobody circles his name on the lineup card on Sunday morning, and nobody calls the beat writer on Monday to ask about him.
Christian McCaffrey caught nine passes on Sunday. Nine. He ran for two touchdowns, he caught the ball out of the backfield like a slot receiver, and he was on the field for 85 percent of the 49ers' snaps.
Most owners, asked about a loss, give you the injury report. Mike Carrico gave me a holiday.
Saturday night, from outside the fence, I watched the defensive backs taking the first-team snaps for the Inexperienced Blitz, and one of them hadn't been on the team at lunch.
Everyone around this team is going to say the number this week.
Every Sunday morning, somewhere in this league, an owner looks at the kicker spot a few seconds longer than it deserves.
There is one week on the Crimson Tide's schedule that nobody around this team brings up on purpose, and I have come to think it is the most honest week they have played.