At long last, Chris and Dave have achieved enlightenment — not from ayahuasca, but from beating Aaron Rodgers in black and gold. The trip to Pittsburgh felt like group therapy in a stadium with too many vowels, where the Packers somehow won despite their best efforts to cause a collective coronary.
The guys bask in the glow of victory while doing what they do best: picking every nit in sight. The refs were trash. Keisean Nixon apparently decided that tackling was optional. McManus turned every extra point into a hostage situation. Yet somehow, in the second half, Jordan Love and Tucker Kraft started cooking like it was Thanksgiving at Lambeau, and Christian Watson remembered how to run past humans.