Nobody likes a blow out, just like nobody likes a show off. We will let recent history be the proof. The worst Super Bowl's are blowouts. The Ravens beating down the Giants, boring. 49ers crushing the Chargers, yawn. Cowboys over the Bills (both times), blah. And so for that reason I'm not going to give a ton of attention to the attention whores that so ruthlessly embarrassed their foes.
Tony beat down Henderson's finest by more than 74 points. This is akin to Tony playing baseball against a 5 year old, going yard, then relentlessly talking trash by saying things like "You suck! That was the biggest freaking meatball I've seen since I went to Bucca de Beppo, and the biggest one your mom has seen since... Seriously, you're five? You throw like a 3 year old girl!" It's a 5 year old for crying out loud, there is no need. The same is true for the schlacking you gave CJ. There's a reason why there's a ten run mercy rule in T-ball & softball. I guess congrats are in order for setting a world record in points and for making the rest of the league want to give up on life and contemplate suicide. Life freaking sucks! I will say however, that if you can go through the year undefeated then you should win the entire pot of money.
The second blow-out came from Katie who crushed Joyce. This mock of a competition showed us that Katie is no fluke and she has no mercy either. This match-up was like Michael Phelps vs. the Ethiopians in the pool. Not such a good idea if your the Ethiopians. Actually it's more like Joyce is representing the special olympics and Katie is the ruthless Chinese monsters that eat handicap people for breakfast and train against them to build up their confidence. Katie is super confident now. She's so confident she may end up pregnant like Mariselle soon.
The third spanking came when I found myself up against Leo. I went in with high expectations but left a non-lovable loser (notice who the non-lovable loser was in that pic) for the 5th time in a row. I'm like the retarded kid that gets put in right field on the "coach pitch" little league team. I'm so bad that the coach under hands a rubber ball for me, but that's still too tough. Maybe one day I'll get a win.
The last two match-ups are the type we all love to be a part of only if we win.
This weeks battle of the Israeli born Jew vs. the American Jew was more exciting than a Rodney King riot. After feeling pretty confident that a victory was sealed, Brett Favre threw a pick six enabling Alan's Jet's defense to pick up an extra 8 points and a victory was sealed. The Black Mamba became Alan's "black mama" and Monday's will never be the same again! I'd like to be done with this one and move on but the victory was so sweet and the loss so bitter that it needs this clip incorporated somehow. Or this one. Those clips epitomize what it's like to be so close to scoring and then Bam! You get kicked in the balls and you're forever embarrassed.
Finally, the Boser mounted come back that fell just short. Gregg is usually the one that is used to coming up short, but that is not the case this year. After feeling slightly guilty for leaving us to another bank and getting slaughtered by Joyce, he puffed up his chest, showed off his hairy arms and enjoyed the new bank with a much relaxed dress code to lead his team to victory. Poor Boser needed less than one point to complete the comeback but was unable to do so. I can only imagine what it was like for Boser. Home on a Monday night watching his beloved Vikings stink it up, mount a comeback, allow a TD to Shonn Green(mixed emotions there, excited about fantasy points, sad about the real point deficit, and also some confusion as to why Shonn's name is spelled in that fashion... were the parents too dumb to know how Shonn should be spelled, or just being creative?), then have the 'ol gunslinger do what he does best. That kind of stuff sucks, kind of like enjoying a concert & night out on the town only to get jumped by a bunch of black dudes as you're walking back to the car. Let this be the lesson we should all learn. It is never a good idea to solicit yourself (if you're a dude) as a prostitute, especially to heterosexual black dudes in the ally ways of downtown Las Vegas. You're welcome.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
A few firsts and a last
I hope you all enjoyed my week off. I know I did. Those of you closet readers can thank people like Tony for encouraging me to blog. Despite the fact I picked his team to lose last week, Tony still enjoys the bits of praise thrown in his direction as it boosts his already elevated self-esteem.
We're already talking about Tony so we might as well start off with the wine-bibber (this was Tony pre-bald days) vs. the Iranian Pedofile game which was quite intense; however Boser was unable to fight his way to victory. Sweet justice may have been served as the dog-killer (Vick) got smashed and ruined Boser's chances at victory. It was as if Vick was back in prison where they've changed the saying "When in Rome..." to "If you want to have an orgy, have an orgy!" At least it seems like it felt that way with his ribs being all jacked up. That's the type of party Boser likes best. You got to give Tony some mad props however. He picks a russian QB playing for his beloved Raiders and he gets 23.5 points from it. Either he was drunk from the wine, or he's very sneaky with his moves. I'm thinking it's a little bit of both.
Katie the clockmaker has definitely begun changing her ways. First of all, she doesn't talk as much as the leasing guy. Second she has as many victories this year as she had all of last year. (That may not be totally true, but who really cares.) I'm sure Katie was shaking in her boots when facing the scary gardner snake in week 4. Being that these first few games from Mr. Mamba are a sign of things to come, it should come as no surprise if the snake-handler is left all alone with a sticky mess to clean up. Thankfully this isn't a keeper league so he doesn't have to worry about having the same crappy team next year. The bright side is he has 1 more victory than some other losers in this league (i.e. yours truly).
Leo lucked out this week by playing the "lackadasical warriors." Turns out the warriors were too busy covering their bald spots & learning how to operate microsoft word. All this work was so overwhelming that the Rainbow Warriors didn't make any changes to the lineup which left vacancies in the kicker, not to mention that Alan has more people on the injured / inactive list than anyone in America. This league is quickly turning into a "Haves" & "Have Nots" league. It's quite obvious that both people in this matchup are part of the "Have Nots". Because I'm a nice guy, I'll offer some advice to people like Alan. 1) The internet is now on computers. 2) Look into AARP discounts. 3) Get your oil checked(no, not your car).
Red Light Secret got treated like a dirty little whore trying to play the game but got beat up by his pimp and kicked in the gut. Instead of getting a nice pay day with the 3rd highest point total of the week, Josh got slapped around like a little b, or like he stole something (use whichever analogy you prefer). Either way, Josh's family continues to be embarrassed. When he arrives home from work they immediately place a paper bag over his head and they feed him his food from a dog bowl. Everynow and then Josh gets fed up with it and puts a smackdown on this rambunxious behavior. CJ (Erica's husband) continues to impress us. Despite his love for the Rams, and the fact that he still wears t-shirts from high school, he's turning into a contender.
The title of this blog is a few first and a last. Allow me to elaborate on this... This is the first time I've been in last place in fantasy football. This is the first time Boser didn't promise that an LP would be complete when in reality it was no where near completion. This is the first time in a long time that the clockmaker got out clocked by the leasing guy. And this is the first blog that will be written without the GG being a BON employee. We took an informal, unscientific pole around the city about how intelligent your decision was to change banks. The consensus was that you made a dumb move. Most of us were thrilled to not have to work with Zylka anymore... you liked it so much you moved primarily because of the opportunity to work with him & Call again. If fantasy football is that important to you, then maybe you should take over commissioner duties and recruit Zylka & Call to be in your league. This way there will be no shortage of sarcasm and stupid things said. So I guess this is the last time that we can all dick around the office looking at your IPhone laughing at this stupid blog. Oh well... maybe your replacment will have an IPhone.
Your farewell tour began with a bang as Joyce mopped the floor with your ever increasing in size A** and then kicked you in the crotchal region for good measure. Just think, you were so close to declaring yourself a league champion 8 days ago, now you're grouped in the bunch of losers in more ways than one. (In case you weren't clear what the ways are, I'll spell it out for you... 1) You're record is 2-2 and soon to be 2-3. 2) You work for one of the most undesireable banks in Las Vegas. 3) Your daughter is a spitting image of Godzilla. 4) Your neck is disappearing. (No hard feelings.)
We're already talking about Tony so we might as well start off with the wine-bibber (this was Tony pre-bald days) vs. the Iranian Pedofile game which was quite intense; however Boser was unable to fight his way to victory. Sweet justice may have been served as the dog-killer (Vick) got smashed and ruined Boser's chances at victory. It was as if Vick was back in prison where they've changed the saying "When in Rome..." to "If you want to have an orgy, have an orgy!" At least it seems like it felt that way with his ribs being all jacked up. That's the type of party Boser likes best. You got to give Tony some mad props however. He picks a russian QB playing for his beloved Raiders and he gets 23.5 points from it. Either he was drunk from the wine, or he's very sneaky with his moves. I'm thinking it's a little bit of both.
Katie the clockmaker has definitely begun changing her ways. First of all, she doesn't talk as much as the leasing guy. Second she has as many victories this year as she had all of last year. (That may not be totally true, but who really cares.) I'm sure Katie was shaking in her boots when facing the scary gardner snake in week 4. Being that these first few games from Mr. Mamba are a sign of things to come, it should come as no surprise if the snake-handler is left all alone with a sticky mess to clean up. Thankfully this isn't a keeper league so he doesn't have to worry about having the same crappy team next year. The bright side is he has 1 more victory than some other losers in this league (i.e. yours truly).
Leo lucked out this week by playing the "lackadasical warriors." Turns out the warriors were too busy covering their bald spots & learning how to operate microsoft word. All this work was so overwhelming that the Rainbow Warriors didn't make any changes to the lineup which left vacancies in the kicker, not to mention that Alan has more people on the injured / inactive list than anyone in America. This league is quickly turning into a "Haves" & "Have Nots" league. It's quite obvious that both people in this matchup are part of the "Have Nots". Because I'm a nice guy, I'll offer some advice to people like Alan. 1) The internet is now on computers. 2) Look into AARP discounts. 3) Get your oil checked(no, not your car).
Red Light Secret got treated like a dirty little whore trying to play the game but got beat up by his pimp and kicked in the gut. Instead of getting a nice pay day with the 3rd highest point total of the week, Josh got slapped around like a little b, or like he stole something (use whichever analogy you prefer). Either way, Josh's family continues to be embarrassed. When he arrives home from work they immediately place a paper bag over his head and they feed him his food from a dog bowl. Everynow and then Josh gets fed up with it and puts a smackdown on this rambunxious behavior. CJ (Erica's husband) continues to impress us. Despite his love for the Rams, and the fact that he still wears t-shirts from high school, he's turning into a contender.
The title of this blog is a few first and a last. Allow me to elaborate on this... This is the first time I've been in last place in fantasy football. This is the first time Boser didn't promise that an LP would be complete when in reality it was no where near completion. This is the first time in a long time that the clockmaker got out clocked by the leasing guy. And this is the first blog that will be written without the GG being a BON employee. We took an informal, unscientific pole around the city about how intelligent your decision was to change banks. The consensus was that you made a dumb move. Most of us were thrilled to not have to work with Zylka anymore... you liked it so much you moved primarily because of the opportunity to work with him & Call again. If fantasy football is that important to you, then maybe you should take over commissioner duties and recruit Zylka & Call to be in your league. This way there will be no shortage of sarcasm and stupid things said. So I guess this is the last time that we can all dick around the office looking at your IPhone laughing at this stupid blog. Oh well... maybe your replacment will have an IPhone.
Your farewell tour began with a bang as Joyce mopped the floor with your ever increasing in size A** and then kicked you in the crotchal region for good measure. Just think, you were so close to declaring yourself a league champion 8 days ago, now you're grouped in the bunch of losers in more ways than one. (In case you weren't clear what the ways are, I'll spell it out for you... 1) You're record is 2-2 and soon to be 2-3. 2) You work for one of the most undesireable banks in Las Vegas. 3) Your daughter is a spitting image of Godzilla. 4) Your neck is disappearing. (No hard feelings.)
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