any given sunday fantasy football blog: November 2010

(Mad "props" to Don for this one)

Obligatory Jim Mora embed:

Yes, Jim. I wanna talk about playoffs.

As Don and I - and only Don and I - can speak from experience, the playoffs in this league are not for the faint of heart. Weeks of preparation, execution, and shit-talking have lead us here. In the heat of the off-season - when the rest of you are unwittingly challenging each other for highest homo-quotient as you debate the ins and outs of baseball, or just mentioned it in passing; In the raging fires of the draft - while some of you auto-drafted, and others yet, simply failed; Through the inferno that is the regular season, demolishing some, and squeaking out wins against others via heightened roster management skills; this is how the teeth of a playoff-worthy contender are cut. There are no do-overs. Unlike this little r-tard that called into 106 Jams in Chicago about 15 years ago who needed three tries to get a shout-out to a hip-hop radio station right.

Apparently, the concept of a "live broadcast" was lost on this prototypical, pre-pubecsent, watched-Fresh-Prince-thinking-he-was-understanding-the-black-experience, suburban white kid immersed in hip-hop culture, Clint Hewetson of yesteryear. The more things change, the more they stay the same. This will haunt you at every turn for the rest of your days, Clint-kickin-it-on-the-southside.

Said r-tard. Frosted tips, indeed.

So those who controlled their own destiny to enter the playoffs handled their biz this week. That would be Frank and me. But mostly me. How about a shout out to those in the playoffs?

Give us our props, indeed. And a shout out to those not in the playoffs...