The drama that will unfold on Sunday will be epic. Nicholas Alfonso Elroy Pickens Fredrick Kerr is currently sitting in last place and stressing out about being kicked out of the league. He needs to have a good week in pick em in order to save himself from being sent down to the minors. Personally I hope he can pull it off. His comic relief on the message board along with text messages throughout the week are top notch. He will be greatly missed from the league next year. Since we have a feeder league I sent him this text last night using ESPN 30 for 30 lingo. "What if I told you that Sunday is his last supper? ESPN 30 for 30 presents a Kerricane in the feeder league. After he received that he replied with, "What if I told you he got back up and won the fight." He then said , "This league needs me. I wont accept a spot in the minors. I would rather hang them up." Kerr if you're reading this, I have a going away song for you. We are going to miss you homie. I will pour one out for you at the draft next year. http://www.youtub.com/watch?v=ggNymSJ52Fw See the picture below for Nick Kerr.
As for who will be the league champion. It's all going to come down to the final standings in the pick em, as Jeff Schmaltz is in 1st place overall followed closely by 2nd place Nate Godsey. Nate is currently in 1st in pick em followed by Schmaltz and then me. If i can pass Schmaltz in pick em and Nate keeps the lead over me. Nate will win the whole league and capture the trophy from his brother Joel who won the league last year. If I fail to pass Schmaltz in the pick em then Jeffrey Deery Schmaltz will become a champion in just his 2nd year in the league. Gentlemen I can be bought. It should be a great NFL Sunday this weekend. Here is a photo of the two duking it out for the league title this weekend. Nate is on the left and Schmaltz is on the right. Disregard the gentlemen wearing SPF 30 on his nose in a 25 degree Colts tailgate a few weeks ago.
If both leagues are locked out next year I then wondered what I would do with my free time with no fantasy football. I would be lost, fantasy football consumes my life in the fall. The trash talking on the message board, changing my team name from week to week to embarrass my upcoming opponent. So what should I do with my free time? I suck at golf so I won't be playing any of that. I'm not going to join a WNBA fantasy league or watch more women's basketball. I would rather sit in a bathtub and slit my wrists then do that. I might travel the country and attend college basketball games that Gus Johnson calls 
Charles Rogers: The Michigan State receiver who turned out to do a lot more pitching than catching, if you catch my drift. Rogers has 5 kids by 4 women as well. He had 2 kids by 2 different women before leaving high school! The 6-foot-3 wide receiver entered the NFL as a can’t-miss prospect that Matt Millen claimed would become the face of the Detroit Lions franchise (which, oddly turned out to be sort of true). Rogers was a complete and utter failure. He logged just 14 NFL games before leaving the league in 2005, just in time to collect his fifth mouth to feed and an arrest for passing out drunk at a Mexican restaurant in Michigan at three in the afternoon.
Derrick Thomas: The former Kansas City Chiefs linebacker had 7 kids by multiple women. He realized that he had screwed up multiple times and just flat out died. Way to take the easy way out Thomas.
I wonder how that timeout went when Butler was down 1 with 13 seconds left. I can see it going something like this. Brad Stevens says, “Ok we are going to isolate Mack and let him go one on one with his man.” After hearing this all the Butler players put their heads down. Coach Stevens asks, “What’s the matter?” Gordon Hayward lifts his head with sweat dripping from his face and says, “I’ll make it.” All the Butler players have their spirits lifted and Coach Stevens agrees to go with it. Ok, so that is probably not how the timeout went, but I can dream right? Hayward almost made the winning shot on two different occasions. If Hayward makes that half court shot at the buzzer, this game goes from a great title game to the best shot in NCAA history and the best game in NCAA history. No questions asked, this game would’ve been talked about for decades to come. People would begin to ask who is Christian Laettner. This game may still be talked about for years to come.
With one season ending it brings up questions for what is next for Butler. Will coach Stevens stay or leave? I know other programs will offer a ton of money to him, including Oregon who has a ton of Nike money and great facilities. Some say Hayward could turn pro, and if Stevens leaves I think that will influence Hayward. If Stevens and Hayward both stay, then they return 4 starters and will compete once again for a national title. An avid college basketball fan outside the Midwest has heard of Butler, but now the casual fan knows where Butler is at. Will this change the type of recruits Butler pursues? Will McDonald’s All Americans now consider going to Butler? All of these questions will begin to unfold soon, and I hope Butler continues to have similar success.
Up to the Xavier vs. Kansas State game I had seen every down to the wire finish in every game that has been on, thanks to direct tv and there March Madness package, where I can watch up to 4 games at a time or just one of my choice. This might be the single greatest invention ever since Tim Tebow (come on you knew that was coming.) Now back to last night. I had a few people over to watch the Butler game, which was another heater. After the game was over my friends left and it was just me and the ole ball and chain AKA my girlfriend Brittany. We stayed up and watched the next set of games till the Xavier and Kansas State game went to halftime. Brittany then suggested we should probably go to bed because it was getting late. So I blame her for the fact that I missed probably one of the best tourney games in the past decade (ok I may or may not have been just as tired as her, but it still sounds better blaming it on someone else.) I woke up this morning to a text from my buddy Joel that read, “Gus Johnson is going nuts!!!” Gus Johnson did the play by play for that game. At that point right there I went into complete Jimmy Fallon mode from the movie “Fever Pitch” where Fallon is a die hard Red Sox fan and has season tickets and hasn’t missed a game in years. He decides one night to go to an event with his girlfriend and missed one of the greatest Yankees vs. Red Sox games ever. This feeling can be compared to missing out on a great life experience, for women we could compare it to child birth or your wedding day. Now do you see where we are coming from ladies? I arrived to work and checked everyone’s facebook and twitter updates. This didn’t help me feel any better. All I saw were things like “wow what a game!” Or “man they were trading 3 point shots left and right” and “man I can’t believe Jordan Crawford hit that shot in OT.” Needless to say, I felt empty inside.
As my day went on I traded texts and emails from friends who were talking about the game. I even had people on my facebook talking about it. Thanks guys and gals, I appreciate it (insert sarcasm here.)It came to the point of my day where I asked myself, do I go online and watch these highlights? Seeing how I wasn’t working anyway I said ok. I logged on and watched them, and watched both teams trade 3 point shot after 3 point shot. It looked like a old school heavyweight boxing match. Listening to Gus Johnson morph into complete army drill Sgt. Instructor mode did not make me any happier. If you don't know anything about Gus Johnson please check out this youtube video, and if your a male and your dick doesn't get hard from listening to it, then you may want to try viagra or cialis and if your erection lasts longer than 4 hours you may want to see a doctor.
Naturally, Kiffin’s Tuesday night Tennessee “farewell” press conference started thirty minutes late and produced little more than a 60-second sound byte. He didn’t thank a school administrator, acknowledge any of his players and/or coaching staff by name, and stood nervously — like a weasel — with crossed arms, an all too casual short-sleeved polo shirt for the given circumstances, and a nervous sway. He alluded to his 14 months in Knoxville as if he’d been serving time in some far off distant land. This was not the same Lane Kiffin who boldly took swipes at Urban Meyer and exhibited great arrogance and bravado in media interviews throughout the season. This was a 34-year-old man (err, boy) who hasn’t won a thing as a head coach sneaking out the back door and creeping up the football coaching ladder, yet again. Below are some photos and youtube videos. They aren't exactly G-rated. If you scroll down you can even see Urban Meyer smiling when he receives the news. 