Hard to believe we’re already done with ten weeks of the regular season. Seems like only yesterday that Brent and I were scrambling to throw together this league, yet here we are on the cusp of our first postseason. Thanks so much for jumping into this league on such short notice. I’m hopeful that everyone has had as much fun as I have. I mean, I know it’ll suck to get crushed by me in the playoffs and be stuck listening to me stroke myself all through the offseason, but you’ll still enjoy it, right? Right?!
Another week down, another shitstain on the sole of my sneaker as I stomped yet another weak opponent. The fact that it was Redman — and for the second time this year, no less — makes the 146.90 – 100.32 victory that much sweeter. While I suppose Cody’s season is technically still alive, let’s be real, shall we?
As impressive as my scoring has been, Puff’s Punishers are running away with the top spot in the standings. Josh has taken advantage of his soft schedule, damn near securing the number one seed with a 122.78 – 98.86 over Zach. While the loss dumps Mr. Wood to .500 on the season, he’s still got a two-game lead for the 6th and final spot in the playoffs. Can he hold on? Time will tell.
In other news, Alex and Ted did their best Dickens imitation this weekend:
It was the best of teams; it was the worst of teams. It was the age of scoring prowess; it was the age of offensive putridity. It was the age of playoff berths; it was the age of toilet bowl turds. It was a time of celebration; it was a time to select a rafter to hang from. In short, it was a season like every other season, in which one fantasy football team advances toward glory while the other crawls under a rock and hopes for better luck next year (albeit with a shiny new 1st round pick after offloading Mitch Trubisky).
Long story short: Alex will be trying for the inaugural ‘ship, while Ted will merely be taking a shit.
After getting hot and bothered over Buzzy’s first victory a couple weeks ago, it appears that Bryon is in full tank-mode. His 127.72 – 80.34 loss to Brent has all but guaranteed the #1 overall pick in the 2020 rookie draft. I’d say it’ll be a game changer for the Stinger, but really, how many points does one guy need on his bench?!
As for Brent, he keeps nipping at heels of the teams vying for the 2nd playoff bye. Will he catch me and/or Alex in time?
Last but not least, Palmquist took down Osterloh in The Battle of the Scotts, 131.20 – 98.02. The result all but seals each team’s fate, with the Growler Prowlers making a bid for a Super Bowl run while the Evil Empire contemplates which QB to draft next year (only to put the Scottsmen’s kiss of death on the poor bastard).
Best of luck in Week Eleven, fellas!
Andy
The Terrible Ten 