Oh! What Beefy Legs You Have, My Dear!
Fantasy Football update (for anyone that cares - that's probably just Nate):
This week, my mighty kicker, Morten Anderson, managed to hold off the onslaught of Viking offensive players that is Onterrio Smith and Marcus Robinson. I came into last night's game up by 3 and won by 5. Let's all give a big huzzah from decrepit kickers that can't kick a 44 yard field goal because it's just too bloody far. Now, as long as Anderson doesn't die of extreme old age (I'm expecting to see a headline soon that reads "Anderson, Flutie, and Rice Found Dead Amidst Puddles of Prune Juice"), I'm all good.
Of course, next week, I have my greatest challenge yet. I take on, the one, the only, Nate-meister, himself (who is somehow in first place - does anyone know if he sold his soul to the devil known as John Madden?).
This is the part where I'd love to talk smack and tell Nate how he will surely be pummeled into oblivion, but I gots nuthin'. My team consists of no-names, has-beens, and hold-outs. Huzzah. There's just something about the tandem of Jeff Garcia and Rudi Johnson that fails to strike fear into my opponents. *sigh*
Well, for the sake of saving a little face, you're gonne eat it, Nate! And when you lose to the likes of Morten Anderson and Emmitt Smith (who is also in his 9 billionth NFL season), your disgrace will be supreme.
This week, my mighty kicker, Morten Anderson, managed to hold off the onslaught of Viking offensive players that is Onterrio Smith and Marcus Robinson. I came into last night's game up by 3 and won by 5. Let's all give a big huzzah from decrepit kickers that can't kick a 44 yard field goal because it's just too bloody far. Now, as long as Anderson doesn't die of extreme old age (I'm expecting to see a headline soon that reads "Anderson, Flutie, and Rice Found Dead Amidst Puddles of Prune Juice"), I'm all good.
Of course, next week, I have my greatest challenge yet. I take on, the one, the only, Nate-meister, himself (who is somehow in first place - does anyone know if he sold his soul to the devil known as John Madden?).
This is the part where I'd love to talk smack and tell Nate how he will surely be pummeled into oblivion, but I gots nuthin'. My team consists of no-names, has-beens, and hold-outs. Huzzah. There's just something about the tandem of Jeff Garcia and Rudi Johnson that fails to strike fear into my opponents. *sigh*
Well, for the sake of saving a little face, you're gonne eat it, Nate! And when you lose to the likes of Morten Anderson and Emmitt Smith (who is also in his 9 billionth NFL season), your disgrace will be supreme.
posted by MC at
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
2 Comments:
Ah, Corey. It's a nice view from up top here on the FF standings. I see you are down there a ways, but that I'm sure is enough to give you hope yet, seeing as you are still 2-0. I am afraid to say that your hope is null, and you will feel the powerful blow of Q.Griffin's TD's and Domninik's punishing yards like a mace to the face.
If it would help, you could concede your defeat right now. After all, Emmit and Morton could use the rest, people get that way after old age, they need their naps. Just a thought.
Of course, now that I trash talk, Duce staley will finally get tons more carries from having Roethlisberger at QB, he might even get touchdown carris and he alone will beat me team, along with Torry Holt. Ah, but I am like a lion fearing an ant. Good luck, ol buddy. ;-)
Gotta go pray to my Madden shrine now. Boom!
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11:33 AM
All I saw at first was the headline. While the page loaded, I was listening for for the echo as Liz beat you senseless. (You know I wasn't thinking it because I thought such things... though now I'm not sure if directly typing it is better or worse... whatever.)
I must say blogs are a lot funnier when you only see headlines.
Obligatory picture of a man dressed as a pirate:
http://primates.ximian.com/~jackson/blog/archive/2004/Sep-22.html
Joe
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