Fantasy Football

Guh, we’re probably going to take a few days off from this site to give the NCAA Tournament our full and undivided attention. Unless it can somehow be fit into a bracket, we’re not going to bother with it for the next half week or so. That is, unless we’re writing at this site over here, or working, or applying for law schools, or watching movies or playing basketball or doing just about anything under the sun that doesn’t require us paying attention to the NFL, which really only holds our attention during the draft, the regular season because of fantasy football and the playoffs.

They're taking over the workforce, they might as well overwhelm this website.

So yes, basketball is on the docket for the rest of the week, but that fucking screed that I penned yesterday about Jay Cutler should keep you occupied. God, I don’t think I’ve ever written so much on my own accord about something I care so little about. Jay Cutler is quite possibly an asshole, the Broncos front office is probably inhabited by assholes and their new coach is most definitely an asshole. Generally speaking, I do not concern myself with the daily activities of assholes (though that’s why I framed the post the way I did). Anyhow, if you’re a fan of a defunct and inept NFL team like so many of you are, be sure to see why we think you should or should not be rooting for your team to acquire the first NFL player to ever be impersonated on South Park.

It has been a pretty uneventful couple of weeks (if you don’t believe me, look here you cynical dickwad), between that, a ridiculous workload and combating seasonal allergies we just haven’t felt the need to go off the rails over Eric Green signing with the Dolphins. Set aside the Cutler gossip and some unexpected rumors from the Panthers concerning Julius Peppers, it has been pretty tame. Unless something monumental happens that has significant implications in the fantasy realm, we’re just not going to bother with it in the immediate future.

Anyhow, enjoy the tourney and try to take your mind off forty times and bench presses long enough to enjoy the best sporting event in the country. I’m talking to you, Mel Kiper.