That and Sellberg's gaping vagina. But seriously. Your fantasy teams looks so fucking good up until 7:00 tonight and then it takes on a whole different shape. Two weeks ago, you get drunk and take a chance on a guy like Steve Slaton in the 2nd round. You could've took LT but that would be way too easy and also predictable. I like to keep the bitches on there toes. Sometimes you have to beat around the bush. You wanna be that guy at the end of the season with a Slaton on your squad and a ticket to eat with the Gods. Oh, and Desean jackson was your big sleeper pick last year so you figure you better waste a 5th round pick on him only to have his QB go out in the 3rd fucking quarter. Who knows what his health is gonna be like the rest of the year. Now there's a chance Desean will be catching balls from some kid named Kevin and a dude who was in jail at this time a year ago. And somehow you got Philip Rivers as your starting QB even though there isn't another player in the league who you hate more only to see Hassle and mcnabb still on the board 3 rounds later. Meanwhile you took Ray Rice who isn't even guaranteed every snap and ochocinco, which would have been a great fucking pick if it was the year 2006. and of course Frank Gore was the first round pick just because it looked sexy at the time. Even though last year you did the same exact fucking thing and he did everything but produce quality fantasy points. All this goes through head and then you finally realize that One Tree Hill returns tomorrow night without Lucas Scott. I got a funny little feeling that this isn't going to my year. I should've listened to Ron Packard when he told me to keep my love locked down back in 2007.
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