This is how I picture the thoughts of a one man show, working hard to try and get everybody ready for the big drafts starting in three weeks......
"10 spots left Championship Draft"...."Nine spots left $125 Satelite Draft"
Alright, those are outta the way...
E-mail- 'Tom, I screwed up this league and wanted another.'
'Another one?'
Can't these guys get it right?
Email sent, problem fixed.
Oh, another stupid post on the Boards. I'll just delete that.
Hmmm, may as well take another look at the pictures on Mikey's thread while here.
Oh Man, that'll warm up New York!
Scrolling slowly, umm, slower STOP! That one's a good one! Ahhhh.....
Freezing outside anyway, what would I be doing if I were home? Eh, probably the same thing.
He goes to Arizona, 80 degrees. 80 degrees!
LABR. Whatever.
A nice way to say drinking and going to games with the Buds. And here I am, nose to the grindstone, churning out leagues.
I labor, he LABR's!
No justice!
80 degrees!
Las Vegas, three weeks.
Sun. Sun!
(Looks out the window)
What happened to our sun?
It's dark!
Crap. Already?
Where'd that day go?
