No more half measures with fantasy football. It needs to be put down like Todd from Breaking Bad. Nobody gives a shit about your fantasy football team except you and universally the guy at work who is always talking fantasy sports is the guy you also most want to punch in the face. I would suffer a thousand pointless…

My buddy started Hoyer over Palmer this week. Moments like this are the reason I play fantasy football, so I can kick friends while they’re down and they’re forced to live in shame for a week.

I’ve never understood NFL fans’ ability to get shitfaced drunk on a Sunday and make it to work on Monday. I mean, yeah, I’ve gotten drunk watching football on Sunday but I gave it up because damn I felt terrible on Monday. I couldn’t imagine how terrible it would be to wake up on Monday, hung over as hell, and realize…