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14. - Posted September 11, 2002 4:42PM
Mike
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i think Tyson has a fan. That's more than I got :-) Go Weasels! |
13. - Posted September 3, 2002 3:23PM
Tyson's Mom
| Enjoyed the game on Sat., Aug.31. #2 was really looking good out there! |
12. - Posted June 13, 2002 11:11AM
Michael
I imagine I can grace the guestbook with my presence atleast once seeing that you guys have played well and are now in first place all by your lonesome.
Keep gnaw'n at their ankles....Go Weasels
Lord Michael |
11. - Posted June 12, 2002 1:47PM
Shrek 42
| Come on everyone, sign the guestbook and use the message boards. GO WEASELS!!!!!!!!!!! |
10. - Posted May 31, 2002 1:51PM
‹^› ‹(•¿•)› ‹^› Eugene
i got sick of looking at the latin lover. why dont you waste some time here
http://www.joke-around.com/priceless_gall.php?p=0
it is rated nc-17.....dont let any young ones go here....not porn/but not for kids....tons of laughs.
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9. - Posted May 1, 2002 2:35PM
Latin Lover
8. - Posted April 26, 2002 9:17PM
razor
| hey guys our season is going to be a great one if we play like we did opening day, ...new season new games, stories , and razzing of new players. let the fun begin... mike and i are extremely excited about our team ......and the possibilities! *** goodluck to you all ** and we will be in the running at the end if we all stay focused! :O) ********THE WEASELS ARE COMING!! ( THIS SOUNDS LIKE A BAD B MOVIE TO ME) ANYWAYS LETS KICK SOME A$$ :o) |
7. - Posted April 19, 2002 1:08PM
Mike
Thanks for the article Eugene. Good reading and so true!
I play in two Strato baseball leagues and basically for a long peroiod of time, that is all you think about. I had mock drafts on paper in my wallet for the longest time, oh wait, I still do. hahhaha
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6. - Posted April 18, 2002 1:45PM
Eugene
Rick Reilly's article in latest SI (w/ Tiger on the cover)
YOU SMELL like a goat. You̓re unshaven. You work endless hours in dimly lit caves.
You speak a language understood only by others of your kind. You fear women and put
prices on men̓s heads. And legions of enemies long to destroy you.
You are, of course, a fantasy baseball geek.
All you care about is your pretend world of major league players and their stats. You root
for numbers, not teams. You have depersonalized the game, sucked the life out of it; all
so you can say you took $100 off your former friends.
It̓s not just baseball. Fifteen percent of Americans over 18 have been in one fantasy
sports league or another. There are leagues for golf, NASCAR, even professional fishing.
Dammit, honey not now! I̓m doing my smelt projections!
And you know hopelessly addicted when....
You go to your league draft meeting wearing a cup.
You don̓t come out to watch your kids hunt for Easter eggs because you are prepping for
the draft.
In bed you ask your wife to call you “the commissioner”
You realize the only person you haven̓t “activated” all season is yourself.
You conduct your draft in the Situation Room of the White House (Sandy Berger,
Washington, D.C.).
You go up to a major leaguer and say, “Dude! How you feelin̓ this year? ‘Cause I̓m
thinkin̓ of takin̓ you in my fantasy draft, and you kinda let me down on the ribbies last
year, bro!” (Can you imagine if a ballplayer hassled you at work? “Hey; Harlan! How
many transmissions you think you̓re good for this season? ‘Cause I got you in my
mechanics league, and you hurt me on your lubes last year, y̓know?”)
The league newsletter you slave over every week is far better than anything you produce
in your real job.
You end a longtime friendship over the trade value of Baltimore Orioles reliever Jorge
Julio.
You refuse to watch any channel that doesn̓t run a sports scroll at the bottom of the
screen.
During sex, you catch yourself wondering whether you should activate Steve Cox.
You leave the hospital early after knee surgery; insist that the person driving you home
stop at a pay phone and then stand there for an hour and a half so you won̓t miss your
draft (Dan Patrick, Bristol, Conn.).
After a particularly good week you dump a cooler of Gatorade over your head.
You contemplate waiting in the players̓ parking lot and running over Alex Rodriguez̓s
toe in hopes of moving up in your fantasy standings.
You call an official scorer at home and berate him for taking a hit away from one of your
players.
When asked by your kid whom he could write about in a report on great Americans, you
suggest Peter Gammons.
You hope to get the house to yourself at night so you can call a 1-900 fantasy baseball
line.
You curse the Internet sites with live box scores for refreshing only every 30 seconds.
You cut and paste together your official team photo.
Your witty conversation begins to run the gamut from your fantasy baseball team to your
fantasy football team.
In the last hour oft he weekly trade deadline you instruct your secretary to put through.
only calls from fantasy league players.
In the maternity ward you make a good trade in between your wife̓s contractions.
The number 1-800-BOXSCOR is on your speed dial. And your girlfriend̓s number
isn’t.
You utter the sentence, “Honey; I̓m up to 3,129th out of 8,000 in the Jackpot.com
fantasy league!”
You wonder if you could get a tan from monitor glow. You communicate constantly with
people named JockItch and BallparkFrank—though you̓ve never met them.
You are more excited about minor league prospects than dating prospects.
You take a second job in order to buy John Smoltz. Your wife leaves you in May for her
lambada instructor, and you don̓t notice until the All-Star brak.
You realize that the real fantasy is that you have a life.
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5. - Posted April 16, 2002 8:00AM
Cary Yankees #17
| Good Luck , hope you guys do well and have fun !!! You guys have a nice website , #17 |
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