Not so fast there, Mr. Ambrosius. There is a change that I would like to announce that will affect the owner participation in this league. After all the abuse that I have been taking on this thread, I came to realize this past Friday that I was
waaaaaaaay in over my head in this league. The truth of the matter is when I went up and down this list of talent and was struck by the magnitude of this veritable rogue's gallery of the NFBC's best, I felt the need to withdraw from this competition. I quickly called my close friend and fellow competitor, Scott Fleming, to inform him of my decision. He was to say the least heartbroken. He quickly reminded me of my recent MTM Super win against some of the NFBC's best. I was still not convinced. He went on to rave about my recent early season DC drafts that I had shared with him, and just how amazed he was that I could draft such dominant teams and against such strong, early season competition, himself included. I was still leery.
"What about KJ Duke?" I asked fearfully.
"He's not worth shit now, especially since he hooked up himself up with Mr.Old Refrigerator Box and that redneck Statfooler." He snapped. "Besides, what's their draft strategy going to consist of, more late night bean bag tossing?! Gimme a friggin' break!" Fleming offered.
"You make some excellent points, bro" I said. "But there's still Jupinka..."
"Has been and never will be again. Why do you think he lowered himself to partner up with Particelli? They'll probably show up wearing matching sandals...and just wait until the fun begins when they're competitors in the Diamond the next day. Yeah, that'll work!" He sneered.
"You're starting to convince me...and there's no guarantee that Cassavetes is even going to make bail for whatever latest brush with the law he's sure to be entangled in. And we know that Team 100 Proof, Schroeder and Berg, will be half in the bag by round five. Not to mention senility has all but caught up with Johnson and Tyrer..."
"Exactly, my man.We're on the same page." Fleming opined.
"Still, there is Stanard and Berall." I said.
"Let's be serious, bro. Stanard can only win with a gimmick, and stupidity doesn't count. And Berall is Canadian. If ice and snow aren't involved, he's lost. Enough said."
"Man, I never looked at it that way. And we both know that Norred is coming off his Main Event Overall Championship, and lightning sure as hell isn't going to strike twice for that dude. Bad enough that he pulled that feat off with Semsel, and now he expects to jump in solo with these sharks and pull off a miracle?! Not happening." I quipped.
"No doubt. And we both know Lowy is Jewish, so that $20,000 entrance fee might as well be like a million dollars for him, so he'll be wound so tight at the draft table, they might have to ventilate him the first time Schroter snipes one of his guys." Fleming laughed.
"Hubbard and Pierson then?"
"Another pair of hapless gimmick players with no chance against you, my brother." Fleming quickly added.
"Then all that leaves is DiDonato and Schroter as my main competition then, except you of course, my friend." I said.
"No, you mean
our main competition, bro'." Fleming added.
"Are you suggesting a partnership then?!" I inquired excitedly.
"Yeah man, I don't want to compete against you in this thing. You're too much of a secret weapon, and I think we'd make a lethal combination with our knowledge and skill combined with the psychological warfare element that you bring to the table. These poor bastards won't stand a chance!" Fleming said with mutual excitement.
"Well then let's do it! And that means Schiller will probably be pulled in for the last spot, and his 48.5 point showing in our Diamond last year isn't going to scare anyone." I observed.
"You're dead on brother. Make the call to Greg and let him know."
"I will man, but you need to make a call yourself." I said.
"To who, Childs?" Fleming inquired.
"Yes. Tell him we don't need his help, but if I catch him aiding and abetting anyone else in this draft I'm going to have his legs broken and a ten pin shoved up his ass just for good measure."I volunteered.
"Check. Will do." Fleming agreed.
And with that, the 2014 Platinum Dream Team was formed. So Greg, if you would be so kind as to make this official, I would appreciate it. In the meantime I will be busy dealing with the fallout from this little gem.
-MTM
P.S.
Your suffering is going to be legendary, boys. And it's only just begun!"If a woman has to choose between catching a fly ball and saving an infant's life, she will choose to save the infant's life without even considering if there are men on base." ~Dave Barry
