I’m a fantasy sports guy too. We’ve been doing football for a few years. Baseball a couple years and basketball last year. But now that the NBA is good this year, we don’t have a league. I think it’s cuz everyone I know secretly hates black people, but I digress. So every now and then you’re going to have to tolerate some of my tales of imaginary winning. I figure the rest of my life is pretty much make believe, some odd Ally McBeal-like fantasy universe that I’ve created like an acid trip, so we can talk about my false sports endeavors. (I’d like to take the time and say that I only know that show cuz moms used to watch it. And I used to have a thing for the bulimic bitch.)
Any rate, I recently traded Josh Beckett to my brother for his first round pick giving me the no. 7 pick (his) and the no. 2 pick (mines, I really sucked last year; and the year before). I’d like to pat myself on the back for that maneuver and Josh’s subsequent back spasms. I’ll stop now, cuz I don’t want to pull a shoulder muscle. Stay tuned and I’ll recap this Sunday’s draft.
On another note, my brother is bringing his chick this week. I don’t know how this will influence our debaucherous nature. Hopefully, there won’t be any ill effects. After all, he and I will still be prominently involved and we’ll be traipsing around the city at our whim. And it’s Good Friday this week. Last year we went to Arthur’s Steak House for “fish”. Who knows what lie ahead…..
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