Wednesday, September 26, 2007

WEEK 3 (third lost)

I was told this week by hung that my previous blog was too long, that i essentially always word things up too much. well here's the abbreviated version of this week's blog just for you hung:

things are lookin bad for me. but i'm still going to kick your sorry ass.

------- hung, this is where you stop reading because the following requires an actual attention span longer than a.... a.... something.

A. i'm down fellas. I've never in any league started off 0-3, and here i am, sitting at 0-3. It didn't look good for me all through sunday, and i don't think i ever had the lead at any point. I'm not at that point where i want to pull my hair out, but my scalp is definitely getting itchy. Like i said before, the benchmark for a playoff bound team with early season impotence is 0-4 set by TheRapist himself, eric chen. So, i have some time before i go completely nuts.

2. I mean comeon! I drafted Deuce Macallister as a backup in case one of my two stud backs got hurt. i ended up trading him while high as hell. This week after Jackson fell to an injury, I was put in a situation where i had nothing to start at RB. I had to pick up Sam "third string" GADO. The only thing that makes this somewhat less painful is the fact that Deuce is out with a season ending injury. That's how fucked up my FF season has been going. Had i kept them both, they both would be uselss to me, because they both got hurt the same week, and i would have had to start Sam "still third string" GADO. FACK.

%. While at the stuff pizza, trying to watch the game through Hung's loud and drunken commentaries about everything, we reached an agreement of sorts on the shit talking allowed and not allowed in our league. Since so much of this league is based on no actual money, all we have is shit talk, but like any arena of combat, there must be rules. We decided that from here on out, there will be no more threats, and badmouthing of anyone's family. FAMILY is off limits. that's just it. We call this the sammy rule. Since family is near and dear to all of us, and since most fights start that way, and since we're no longer fucking 9 years old, we don't need to resort to that, and should just stay clear away. For the betterment of the league.

34. The type of shit talking that is allowed, and encouraged is:
1. RACE 2. TEAM affiliation 3. Albert 4. sexual orientation (we call this the khai rule) 5. dead coaches 6. bush 7. bad teams. 6. dumb trades 7. hung

r. This might make me sound like a bad person but after accepting that I would be at 0-3, i was secretly cheering for Jaymin's team to lose. I just didn't want to be the only team at 0-3, and, Jaymin, i can honestly say, u r my only friend right now. Please don't ever leave me by actually winning a game either.

#. still reading hung? what was the point of my abbreviated blog again? oh yeah. to remind u that i'm still going to Kick your sorry ass. I don't care if my team is 0-3. I still got enough to put together a team that's going to run u over. Getting over confident aren't u? thinking ur 2-1 start is the result of smart management? no bitach, it's just stupid luck. yeah, i know i'm 0-3, i don't care. i'm still talkin shit. i'm going to beat you like you were 6 years old bringing home a report card with a "B+". it's going to hurt losing to a loser hung. it's going to hurt.

Standing:
1,khai (2-1)
2.eric (2-1)
3.hon (2-1)
4.mike (2-1)
5.david (2-1)
6.hung (2-1)
7.albert (2-1)
8.sammy (1-2)
9.me (0-3)
10.jaymin (0-3)

VIAGRA's longest man of the week: Bill Walsh waza Cunt / 109.35 inches

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