Tonight it all kicks off again.
For my third year of Fantasy Football I no longer consider myself a monkey, and will therefore probably second and third guess myself into mid-table mediocrity.
Oh for those fearless days of not knowing the difference between Bernard Manning and Peyton Manning, and thinking there was only one black guy in the NFL with a last name of Johnson.
This year I have 3 Fantasy teams, and in one league I'm up against the Mrs, and her quick fingered trades. But mostly I want to beat any team that is owned by a douche who starts his (always a he) team with Da. Da Browns, Da Bears, Da Patriots et al.
Let the battle commence. And Go Clay!