Choices, choices, choices...

Sometimes I hate that the determinate in your victory boils down to you deciding between him or him...

Ladies, Welcome to the Playoffs...

It officially starts...now

Gone Fishing and New Traditions!

So this is what the off season is like... 

After five years, we’ve all come to know each other…we’ve played, trash talked, even had our first live draft. This will be that group of guys fifteen years from now you’ll still be playing with simply because it’s always been that way. With that said, after five years I feel that we need our own traditions, sayings, and inside jokes that pertain only to this league. I, the Commish, hereby make a motion that these names be kept...forever

1-0!

the elephant is marcus! hhahahahahaha

Friendly Advice.

~Bishop

Draft Weekend

The Art of War

Swag.

Hello gentlemen,

You see this guy in the pic above? Believe it or not, there's a lesson to be learned there, and it's this: In fantasy football, it doesn't matter where you live, what you look like, or what you do during your normal life, on Sundays (and some Mondays) you're a warrior, a gladiator, and a potential champion in the making. It doesn't matter if you're a fan of the Eagles, the Steelers, or the Patriots, or if your favorite team is notoriously wretched (Rams or Niners fans? Yeah, we're talking about you.) Maybe you're a young, wide-eyed rookie to this game, memories of sitting on the couch watching "The Backyardigans" while eating a PB & J sandwich still fresh in your mind--my sources suggest that this was how Teddy G spent his summer. Or perhaps, you're a seasoned veteran, almost ready to start getting that senior discount at the local Golden Corral, like our league's elder-statesman, Michael Polite, a man whose hairline starts so far back, you'd need to borrow the keys to Marty McFly's DeLoreon to find it ("Back to the Future" reference; look it up on Wikipedia if you're a '90s baby. Or Steve). The beauty of having these contrasting dynamics? None of this matters.

Any man, at any given time, can be a winner in this league. Sometimes, guys who were seemingly unstoppable juggernauts one year, fizzle out to become softer than baby hands the next. Other GMs can begin a season as seemingly as inept as ex Vikings coach Brad Childress (yes, I'm still bitter about Moss last year), and upon making the playoffs by some miracle, achieve a level of greatness that causes each of the other nine GMs to consider retirement just on principle. It's just how this stuff goes. There is room for growth, learning, and let's face it, a bunch of luck in becoming a successful GM in this league.

Some of us are businessmen. Some of us are ministers. Some of us are job hunting. Some of us are fathers. Some of us are husbands. Some of us shouldn't be trusted to keep a pet beta fish alive. But each of us, with the right level of attention to detail, scheduling, and fun, can be a warrior, a winner, and a champion. Three days 'till draft day, gentlemen. Game on.

~Bishop

Don't Let THIS Happen To You...

Real simple, check your rosters. Thanks.

~Bishop

A Totally Context Free Photo...

Apparently, Mr. Foster thinks we're sick. [*Cranes neck at Dan* I think he's talking about you, dawg.] Apparently, Mr. Foster should watch his hammy and quit crying,...#ImJustSaying (you see what I did there?)

~Bishop

Countdown To Draft Day (Part 1)...

Well ladies,

In just a few short days, we'll all be lined up at Draft Central for this year's live draft. (It's the first time we've truly done this!) Each of our league's talented and well dressed GMs (oh, and Dan) will show up to start building their foundation to championship glory. It's an exciting time, and in the spirit of this, I figured it'd be a good time for me to take my talents to The Pigskin, and start blogging! While ya'll are online studying whether or not to draft all Eagle's players this year, I'll be dropping a little bit of football-related goodness each day to build our appetites for this season. Today, a classic clip from an '80s football gem--if you've never seen at least part of this movie, you were either A) a '90s baby, and thus have nothing further to talk to me about, as you still drink Similac, B) Raised an extremely conservative Adventist (or a PK)--which is basically the same as being Amish, or C) You're Steve. Which is basically the same as "all of the above".



Good luck this weekend,
~Bishop