You will all be pleased to know that yours truly (AKA Maryland Mudslingers) has won the Southern Maryland Independent Brotherhood Fantasy Football league championship tonight. This landmark achievement was from endless nights of drinking beer and lucky guessing during the draft.
The league consisted of 12 teams, mostly made up of Coast Guard mouth breathers, a team representing all of the wives, and me.

So assured I had made the perfect choices during the draft that I only made two trades during the season. One trade was to substitute my kicker for a bye week game, the other to get a third string Bronco on my team to represent Denver. I don’t think he actually played. All the better.

I rule.