Fantasy football! I can’t wait! Fantastic. I eat it. I sleep it. I love it.

You know, what’s crazy is that I’ll only spend about 20-30 hours a week on my fantasy league team. Wait until I’m doing it full-time. I’d like to hear people then. I bet people won’t be yelling “Nice Life!” or “You’re a douche bag.” You know what I’d say to them? Scoreboard.

Word around the NFL horn is that I am in the running to replace Dick Jauron when he is fired in Buffalo. That’s right. Take a look at me now, Mrs. “You Smell Like Failure.” You know what, you do! Pretty soon I’ll be smelling like something else. Winner! You see all that Officially Licensed NFL merchandise? I’ll have a whole closet full. And the closet will be on my yacht. Booyah!

See, the difference between me and the average fantasy league coach is that those guys see Jeremy Shockey going into a bye week and worry that their only tight end is not playing. Not me. I stayed in this weekend, got myself a meatball sub and went to work, and you know what I came up with? Robert Royal, baby! Read that again. Robert Royal. Not impressed are we? So you’ve heard of Robert Royal, eh? Did you call him at home? Well, I did. I asked him how he felt. How things were going at home. What his favorite food was, everything. Let me tell you, he sounded pretty angry and threatened to kick my ass. Some people would be scared of that. But you know what, I didn’t see fear…I saw fire! Robert’s ready for Sunday and so am I.

Make fun of me all you want, jerks. You’ll be doing it from 2nd place.

 

 

 

 

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