Last week prior to my matchup with him, Renal Failure asked me if I was this brutal.Even though he might not have known it then, my wife and I don't have children (by choice)... ...so the answer, before I even faced him, was HELL NO.
Yes, this is true:
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But when you think about it, that's pretty sad. Renal Failure probably could take at least 30 Justin Biebers in a fight, spit them out for breakfast and then eat them again for lunch. Dinner? Forget it. He'd devour a posse of Jonas Brothers and Jonas Brothers wanna- bes without blinking an eye.
I was flinchingly unbrutal in my contest against RF this past weekend as my players let injuries get the best of them.
Sunday afternoon, Greg Jennings sprained his left knee in the third quarter of his Packers' game against the Raiders.
Then Sunday night, DeMarco Murray suffered a broken right ankle in the first quarter of his Cowboys' game against the Giants.
Instead of playing through their injuries and propelling me to an upset win over RF to keep the People's Defending Champion *spitting* out of the playoffs, they left their respective games...
....but not respectably as each only scored TWO fantasy points.
I told our league's commissioner, Chris Cameron, that I wouldn't use this word in this post. However, after both Jennings and Murray let me down to a 94-92 loss to RF, I'm going to say it: