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I've noticed that on some of the early comments, there were a couple of you who claimed to not fully understand what "fantasy football" actually is, so let me help clarify.  Fantasy football is actually a very simple concept.  You get a group of people together, preferably 10-12, and decide a draft order; maybe by drawing cards or straws.  Each player usually has a draft sheet containing all of the offensive players in the NFL, as well as team defenses.  Different leagues vary with gameday lineups, but most have a format that follows:  One starting quarterback, two starting running backs, two starting wide recievers, one starting tight end, one starting flex player (an extra running back or wide reciever), one starting kicker and one starting team defense/special teams.  Once the league format is set up, individules draft in the order determined earlier.  Players that are drafted are crossed off the player pool lists and can no longer be drafted.  This process is repeated until each individule's rosters are filled.  When the football season finally starts, players will place their lineups prior to gametime.  Everytime a player does something on the football field, it will be reflected onto the particular individules total score for that week.  It sounds complicated, but it actually is quite simple.

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Doctor Shots!

What up wit dat?

Ooooooweeee, what up wit dat, what up wit dat?  Can't get it out of my head.

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Many intelligent people lack common sense.  For example, there are book smart people and there are street smart people.  Book smart people are great at following directions and are normally on time.  Book smart people are very precise and like things done a certain way, by the book.  Book smart people have a downside, however.  Book smart people lack common sense.  For instance, book smart people are usually so focused on completing a task by the book that they sometimes overlook a simpler, more efficient way of completing a task.  Street smart people, on the other hand, are basically the opposite.  Street smart people relish alternate avenues.  They find pleasure in completing a task under their own terms.  Both book smart and street smart people are intelligent in their own ways, but they both lack some form of common sense; therefore, many intelligent people lack common sense.

No me gusta...

I am not liking the 1-4 start for the Manhandler's....Time to make some trades....

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"Don't let Frank jump out the window!"  my father yelled as he started the van.  Frank was the family dog when I was very young, about 6 to be exact, and let me tell you; he wasn't your average dog.  You see, when Frank was a puppy, he was struck by lightning.  He had a white strip of coarse hair running from in between his eyes to behind his ears that stood up just like a mohawk.  An interesting dog, to say the least.  The three of us just finished up dinner at my grandparents house and were about to head home.  Down the road we went, Lakeshore Drive to be exact, when all of a sudden while turning the corner past Kwik Trip, the passenger door unexpectedly came flying open.  Out Frank went, with me tumbling after.  We both must have rolled three or for times before coming to a stop.  Yikes!  My father slammed on the brakes, jumped out of the van, and sprinted towards Frank and I.  Well, needless to say, I was in shock and Frank, well he was yelping down the road, cruising toward the Kwik Trip parking lot.  Miraculously, I only had a couple scratch's on me and Frank was just a little dinged up too.  We all got back in the van, for the last time.  My dad sold it the following week and I've always wondered if any other people or animals have fallen out of it.

All comes down to tonight...

22.12.  That is the number of points I need from Drew Brees tonight.  260 yards and and 2 touchdowns against the niners isn't too much to ask, is it?  Just put the ball where your recievers can catch it.  Do it.  Just open your eyes and throw spirals.

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Italian Tony, French Pierre, and American Jack were sitting in the park pointing at the dog with three legs. “Oh my god!” Jack exclaimed as the dog started chasing after a squirrel. Tony, Pierre, and Jack were just amazed at the dog’s agility despite only having three legs. Jack wanted to know more about the dog, so he went in search of the owner. He searched everywhere in the park, but the dog’s master was no where to be found. Pierre decided to take the dog to his home as his own pet. He soon started to show all his neighbors and family members his new pet. Then he had to pick out a name for it. Kenny, was the final decision. Kenny soon developed a bad attitude because of his disability. He soon was unable to perform. The owner became disappointed with Kenny and was tempted to whip him with a stick. He tried once but missed because the leg was missing. Then Kenny pissed on the couch. Bad move, Kenny. Due to his episode of pissing on the couch, Kenny was neutered. “That’ll deal with that little shit’s pecker,” Kenny’s owner thought. Further down the road, Kenny lost another leg when his owner got mad at him and ran it over with a lawnmower. After looseing another leg Kenny became a good dog only pissing on Jacks neighbors couch. Jack was then proud of Kenny and patted his head saying “good dog”.

Thanks for a good draft...

From Team Smokey's first overall pick to L. Randall Manhandles eighth, this years fantasy football draft was a complete success.  It was a challenge to get everybody on the same page, but draft day went off without a hitch.  All of you deserve a big thank you, and that's what you're going to get.  First,  thanks to Paulie for hanging out and postponing his drive back to Missouri, we wouldn't have done it without you.  Thanks to Smokey for bringing cookies, they were scrumptious.  Thanks to Skippy for opening JB's and taking care of all the "behind the bar" stuff.  Someone had to do it.  Thanks to Johnie for taking care of Al during his breakfast burrito fiasco at Marge's.  He wouldn't have finished it if it weren't for your feeding techniques, very precise!  Thanks to Zach for not wearing a dress, nobody needs to see that.  Lanzel, thanks.  And finally, thanks to me for drafting this years soon to be superbowl champions!  Viva L. Randall Manhandle!

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