If you play in a fantasy football league that still rewards points for “yards” and “touchdowns” you are basically playing with toddlers
All my real high stakes leagues have shifted to only giving points for REAL stats like Rush Yards Over Expectation, EPA per Dropback, etc.
Yall niggas never sat a whole entire game hoping coach don’t sub you in with 2 minutes left so you can tell the hoes you was hurt. I’ve been thru adversity
I’ve always been “Fuck Jerry Dipoto”, but after the way he threw a 21-year old rookie under the bus for trying to play through an injury while not saying a word about the multiple veterans on this team trying to play through injury, even more so now.
My toddler loves Monsters Inc. especially Mike Wazowski.
Yesterday I was in Walmart and came across this cool t-shirt.
I immediately bought it, put it on in the car, and rushed home to show my toddler.
I hunted her down as soon as I came through the door.
She was sitting on the couch watching Hogi and eating Goldfish crackers.
I said, ‘Libby check out my cool new shirt!’
I was beaming. I just knew she was gonna think my shirt was the coolest shit ever.
She looked at me, looked at my shirt, scoffed, and yelled, ‘GO AWAY!’
Listen.
I don’t think we talk enough about what huge pieces of shit toddlers are.
That’s literally my TV you are watching.
I paid for those Goldfish crackers.
That’s my fucking couch.
I bought this cool t-shirt ONLY because of you.
And this is your response you f#ggot piece of sh!t??
You are wearing a shirt with a turtle on it that says, ‘Turtley Adorable’ you fuck!ng idiot.
You are broke.
Homeless.
Have poor life skills.
You can’t even fucking speak English.
You are basically a Somali immigrant only brighter in complexion and with much less forehead mass.
I’ll wipe my ass with this shirt.
Fuck this shirt.
Bitch nigga.
Your mom is fat.
I’m all for celebrations and i know it was planned in advance but we are THIRD in a division we had a firm hold of. Unless Griffeys gonna hit in game then yk i could kinda care less about the 50th year stuff