A trilogy of terror concluded today as my fantasy team totally flamed out. For those of you unfamiliar with this tradition, fantasy sports has been best described as "Dungeons and Dragons for Jocks" and I have 4d6 + Crap when it comes to choosing my teams. Apparently, I need to get wedgied by both jocks and nerdy jocks. The anchor of my football team was RGIII, my wizard, who fell horribly the Goblins as represented by the oddly striped Pittsburgh Steelers a weekend of just terrible uniforms.
My season is all about done as far as fantasy is concerned and I have no hockey to balance this out. I need to beg and plead with Gary Bettman to bring back hockey so I don't have to resort to shoddy comparisons between obscure nerd games and football teams that wouldn't even exist in Madden '13.
My season is all about done as far as fantasy is concerned and I have no hockey to balance this out. I need to beg and plead with Gary Bettman to bring back hockey so I don't have to resort to shoddy comparisons between obscure nerd games and football teams that wouldn't even exist in Madden '13.
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