Help Me Raise the Jolly Roger
I have the #2 pick in tonight's fantasy football draft. The league is for big money, and people take it fairly seriously, much like every other fantasy football league in the world. I won my inaugural year in the league and have been bounced from the playoffs early every year since. I'm ready to re-claim that trophy.
If Mr. Larry Johnson's there, I'm clearly taking him. He likely won't be, as the team that picks first overall has had LJ each of the past two seasons, winning the title both times. We hate those fuckers. But if he's gone, who do I take with the #2 pick this year: LaDainian Tomlinson, Shaun Alexander or Chad Pennington?
Initially I thought about Shaun, but now I'm leaning towards my boy LDT. I'd love to take the Jets' D there, but I think it's a round or two early. I know the obvious pros and cons of each franchise back (I'm wicked smaht), but I'd love to hear what people are thinking. Weigh in below in the comments section with some sound advice...
Bonus points if you can identify where my team name -- Double Wing (Double Wing) -- comes from...
Raise the Jolly Roger
As I said earlier this month, one of the best parts about having the beisbol package is the ability to either praise or prod the announcers in other markets. Last night's effort by Pittsburgh's FSN crew was hysterically over-indulgent, so much so that I had to rewind and transcribe the whole exchange (strangely, I am spectacularly amazing when it comes to transcription). I don't know why I'm so amused by a local call, but I just am, and that's me:
"The Buckos have defeated the Cubs! Ball four! Raise the Jolly Roger, an improbable come-from-behind win at PNC Park!"
"Call the Cops there's been a robbery!"
"A walk-off walk...Batista gets an RBI, and the Pirates defeat the Cubs. Yup, you could raise the Jolly Roger after all."
"Well, you take them any way you can get 'em and just sneak off into the night and get ready for tomorrow's game..."
"Somebody had to win this baseball game. That's just...There's no clock. Somebody's gonna win it."
"Well, the Cubs didn't want this one."
The Pirates defeated the Cubs 7-6 in 11 innings last night, falling behind by just one run in the 11th, only to win it with a bases loaded walk in the bottom half. You'd have thought the Bucs came back from five runs with a six-run grander slam to defeat a 120-win Yankees team in the World Series, not the 54-78 Cubbies, who are also 1-9 in their last 10, in a meaningless game. These guys managed to combine irrational exuberance with moronic statements and complete non-sequitors to form the perfect game-ending call.
And I'm sure all of Pittsburgh appreciated it. Kudos bar to them.
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Slack Video of the Day: Hoobs had a radio show in college at which I was the Heather Locklear DJ. I was always "Guest Starring," even though I was a mostly permanent fixture on the show. But it allowed me to skip certain nights when I felt like it, while Hoobs was anchored to the chair rain or shine, drunk or sober. It was awesome. I wish I took it more seriously.
I bring this up because the show's theme song was Peter Tosh's cover of Steppin' Razor, which quickly became one of my favorite songs ever (my friends really have great taste in music, I've been blessed). And ever since, I've had a soft spot for Mr. Tosh, based mainly on that song, and of course, Legalize It. So when a YouTube video of Tosh and Mick Jagger singing Don't Look Back crossed my path yesterday, I knew I had a Video of the Day. Enjoy this awesomeness.
Slack Song of the Day: Here's some more Peter Tosh for ya this morning -- Equal Rights/Downpressor Man, Oh Bumbo Klaat, and a really cool ska reggae version of Johnny B. Goode.