Okay, chumps and chumpettes, including yours truly, we've got eight yokels and yokel affiliates for the fantasy baseball league: Dusty, her dude, some other dude she knows, Mathman (no fair using your fancy, algorithmic superpowers, dude), a dude named Snave and a couple of dudes from here. That means we need four more suckers for our Saturday, March 21st draft.
The fate of Western Civilization® hangs in the balance!
Don't make me beg, for I'm already spending far too much time begging the hoop gods to finally, finally, give Cleveland a break *cough* championship *cough*. After last night's ridiculous nail-biter against a joke of a team, and after two more road games, the Mighty and Righteous Cavs, 50-13, have eight of their next nine at home, whereas the Lakers, Minions of the Black Pit, also 50-13, have a seven-game road trip coming up.
And how about this flabbergastery? For the first time since the Reagan Administration, the Cleveland State Vikings, after knocking off Top 25 nemesis Butler, are headed to the National Office Pool. What happened the last time they were there? Fourteenth-seeded Mouse McFadden and Co. knocked off chair connoisseur Bobby Knight and then St. Joseph's before getting completely jobbed by the refs against Navy. I think they just called another personal foul on Eric Mudd.
"I'm sorry, Admiral Robinson, I'll gladly turn the ball over to you."