i just wanted to say that i appreciate all of your hard work. winning my second championship wasnt easy, but this group definitely alleviated some of the hurdles. i can only say thank you to that. taking a look at the final standings, ill quickly summarize everyones seasons: michael, first place, dominant victory, championship master: i mean, what a season. i had a strategy, stuck with it, and inevitably, it paid off huge dividends. definitely the football master. james, second place, the hardest trier: overflowing with good fortune and a stacked roster, the mark busters were still no match for the monster above. like last year, one of the most gifted teams was absolutely demolished in the championship. jon, third place, miss improvement: thought of as doomed after his trade with mike, she began a streak of excellence. i dont think shell consistently make the top three as she has a strange allegiance to saints players, but hey, who knows. pierre thomas is gone, so now she wont be forced to the perennial lackluster back. ellis, fourth place, lover of old men: i dont think anyone this year had more appreciation for aging players than ellis. matt schaub was lauded, frank gore exalted, and arian foster immortalized. none of this, however, helped as his team sank in to a deep depression that slowly faded in to an afterthought. blake, fifth place, the slave driver: hoping a few, select players would be his deliverers, blake ran his studs in the ground with such an insincerity it makes you wonder if hed be a plantation owner back in the confederate. blake had a solid team throughout the year, but totally whiffed come playoffs. tim, sixth place, what happened to him?: much like my team last year, tims all-stars completely imploded on themselves when it mattered most. tim perhaps realized that the only plus to starting ryan fitzpatrick at quarterback is that, well, hes alive and could be used. thats... really all the benefit he gave. a chance to score more than six points. it didnt work out, but i bet it was fun watching. elliot, seventh place, bright eyes: always a really poor competitor, elliot displayed a newly formed confidence and a resurrection of will that propelled him to the absolute worst record in the league. phil, eighth place, the honest gm: nothing will ever beat his steaming confidence after the draft. for a matter of hours phil was absolutely convinced his team was the assembly to beat... only, until he analyzed the details and ranked himself last. if its any consolation, you were close. glenn, ninth place, oiiiiiiiii: from first to almost worst. rekt. cuinn, tenth place, the newbie: its mathematically impossible for cuinn to finish lower than he did.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 14:26:17 +0000
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