Infanticide Football Redux

If you have been following this blog for a couple months, you’ll remember that I was in a family/old-IBM-days-of-yore fantasy football league.

I made no trades; I picked up no one.

I watched no games. I didn’t even draft my team: someone else did.

I won.

Go Eaglez. Chris Berman would be proud (grab hairy MANHOOD and yell like an ape)–I COULD GO ALL THE WAY. I need to work the elliptical handles HARD in the gym of LARD so that I can honor of him and those zany broadcasters: Terry Bradshaw, DEEEEEEEION Sanders etc..