Disclaimer: All references to I, me, or my team in this and subsequent posts will hereby represent not only my fantasy football expertise, but also that of Matthew's, who masterfully drafted my team this year.
To all:
The extent of my mental and emotional ownership over you as a group of competitors cannot be measured in mere yards or miles, but requires a tool with the capacity to survey vast stretches of land and sea. How can one man…nay, god, possess the amount of knowledge and the vision required to consistently retain command of the top-ranked team? Setting aside the fact that the amount of wherewithal needed in this league is nominal at best, The God’s free agent agility and weekly line-up mastery dwarfs its fantasy mortals’ lack of innate fantasy talent and inability to grasp basic principles of strategy. The result is ownership.
The God’s reign is permanent, so suck upon thy genitals of fantasy supremacy.
Cordially yet unforgivingly yours,
The God
No comments:
Post a Comment