Bringing sexy back

There are several ways to draft a team. Go for running backs in the first three rounds. Put stock into touchdown scoring wide receivers. Or be that clown that drafts a defense in the seventh round. Hey, whatever floats your boat.

Perhaps some of you, uh hum Daniel (a noted lover of men), go for sexy. Too bad Elvis Grbac is retired. Great read from writer Jeff Pearlman.

Are we talking about practice or playoffs?

Welcome to the wolfpack

Welcome to the blog. Clearly, I don't have much of a life. In fact, I'll admit that my life is quite sad and uneventful. Hence a blog (first sign of no life) and it is a blog about fantasy football (I have major issues). And it's June. (I really hate myself.)

Nevertheless, this is where the magic happens. (No, really. This is where the magic happens these days. Read between the lines.) This blog will be the home for all things Premier League. Not soccer. But fantasy football. I'll be updating it with information as we prepare for the draft in late summer. As the season goes along, I'll update it as well.

(Translation: After five weeks into the year, I'll ignore the blog all together because A. my team will suck. B. Tony Romo will be 267 pounds and have that Daisy Duke girl knocked up and Wade Phillips will still be the Cowboys head coach. C. Chuck will be running his mouth about how Joey Galloway is still in his prime now that Tom Brady is slinging balls in his general direction.)

ALL HAIL KING CHUCK

That's it. That is all the praise one Charlie Mullaney (pictured above) will receive on this blog space. He is the reigning champion for the last two seasons. Seriously Chuck, we know. You rule. We suck.

CH-CH-CHANGES

A couple of things of note to discuss:

• Should the name of the league be changed?
• Should the league be extended to 10 teams?
• Where will the live draft be held?
• Should the point scoring be edited (minus points for interceptions, fumbles, etc.)
• Any other suggestions are welcomed.
  

VEGAS, BABY. VEGAS.

Food for thought: how about a draft in Las Vegas in five years (or sooner)? We can. Let's pool together an extra $25 per player each year for the next five years. That's $1,250 for those of you that still do addition using your fingers. There is a company that offers a package for fantasy football drafts. I've requested more information for the event. Or we can use that money to book a suite, or two, at a casino on our own and draft there.

By then most of us should be married (or have come out of the closet) and we will need justification excuses for the trip. For all suggestions and usable excuses, email mywifehasmebytheballsandthereisnothingthaticandoaboutit@gmail.com.

Let's make our wolfpack stronger, fellas. Alan Garner so eloquently put it: "How bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City... ha ha ha... You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolfpack. But when my sister brought Doug home I knew he was one of my own. And my wolfpack, it grew by one. So were there... there were two of us in the wolfpack. I was... I was alone in the wolfpack, and then Doug joined in later. And 6 months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, "wait a second could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolfpack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas. Looking for strippers and cocaine."

I concur. Minus the strippers. And cocaine.