Wow. Two conference championships that went down to the wire on Monday Night Football. December classics! Left standing are our two inspirations of hope. Our two most recent comeback teams. Two teams that understand that no matter how bad things are in the present, drafting wisely and making smart transactions will quickly turn around your fortunes. They have laid out the blueprint for anyone feeling hopeless. They are 954 Vice City representing the 4-0 Frowns Conference, and LM’s Gamblers representing the title-less Clowns Conference.
The 2 Davids that slaughtered their Goliaths will now butt heads for the cup of eternal glory and $600.
The 2017 undercard features the colorful characters of Lord of the Reamed & The Golden Boy Farm. Both men had bigger aspirations this year, but so did all of us. They will be battling for $100.
The 2018 1st round draft order is almost complete…
Hey! If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for the league creators, I have one. I’d like the commissioners of all other leagues, our inferior competition, right here tonight. I want them brought from their happy holiday slumber over there on Simpleton Lane with all the other morons and I want them brought right here, with big ribbons on their heads, and we want to look them straight in the eyes and tell them what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit they are! Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?!
