This may be a humour blog deal but Canucklehead is taking this seriously.
No pictures, no videos, no music – just me talking like an internet tough guy.
Maybe it’s that I was up until midnight watching football. Maybe it’s that I woke up still reeking of rum. (Ran out of beer.) Maybe I haven’t had my coffee yet. Whatever it is – I’m just not feeling ‘funny.’
One week, one victory. This year’s champion. Book it. Done.
I was only able to squeak out a win against the dreaded Googlyeyed Goons this week but I’m well positioned to dominate. For starters, I’ve got me some Peyton Manning and I love me some Peyton. For starters, he’s not Tom Brady. It doesn’t sound like much but it’s a big deal to me.
Last year I got Brady with my first pick. I hate the guy. Too handsome and too good. Not my type at all. Still, I couldn’t just cut the guy could I? COULD I? No, sadly I couldn’t. Anyway, the choice was made for me as he was taken out about 10 minutes into the season. I could go on but yadda, yadda, yadda … I end up in the second to last place.
Not this year. Repeat. Not this year. New season, new strategy:
1) Add Brady (and Favre) to ‘DO NOT DRAFT’ list
2) Draft a good player and a Bill at every position
Well, so far so good. Except for the profit. Oh, and figuring out what exactly I’m doing.
That will follow – so, be warned – this year I plan on popping fantasy virgin’s cherry and I’m taking you all for a little ride en route. Big words? No.
THESE ARE BIG WORDS!
In closing, you want pictures and videos and lots of razzle dazzle? Stop by my place. Here you get straight talk and no mercy. Oh, except don’t comer by if you’re a Brady fan. Or a Favre fan. Or a fan of either of their teams. Actually, any of the teams in the Bills’ division as well. Or an