Jeremy Hawn is the cockiest person I know. When we began discussing that we’d be facing one another in the first round of our fantasy football playoffs, he was immediately convinced that I didn’t have a chance. I played it cool, complimented his players, and said that he might be wrong. I guess that he forgot that I violated him the last time we played.
This time was no different. I’m up by about 46 points and two of my players haven’t even played. Mr. SanFrancisco, aka Charley, aka Chuck, aka Chuck Hustle was following our game closely since the winner of the game (me) faces him in the next round of the playoffs. He described yesterdays game as “Super Duper Eye Rape”. I couldn’t agree more. Andre Johnson was a fantasy football coach’s wet dream. He started the first play of the game with a 64 yard touchdown, and when it was all said and done he had earned me 42 points (that I didn’t even need).
According to Herm Edwards, “You play to win the game.” On Sunday, Jeremy’s pathetic excuse for a fantasy football team did nothing of the sort. As a matter of fact they did the exact opposite. They got clowned by Tone and his…. friends.
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I’m still proud of the fact that I went from 0-3 to 8-5 and 4th place. But my guys didn’t step it up and got upset at home by Andre Johnson and the rest of Tone’s friends. Oh, well. Your dogs are living in my bathtub until next year I guess.