Sigh . . . after enduring devastating injuries which gave a slow start to the season, Team Christine, with a true underdog spirit and high hopes, managed to make critical decisions at just the right moment to earn a much-deserved spot in the Badass Football League playoffs. However, despite their diligent, if not heroic efforts, the game time decision by the New England Patriots to bench tight end Ben Watson combined with Brian Longwell's (Minnesota Vikings) missed field goal, sounded the death knell for Team Christine; the fantasy match up ended in a tie. Since the other team had a better overall record on the season, the win went to that team and we were thusly eliminated.
Indeed, Team Christine was not at all favored to make the playoffs considering the pervasive injuries of star quarterback Marc Bulger and stud running back Steven Jackson. And just as we got into our groove, running back Ronnie Williams (Miami Dolphins) sustained a season-ending injury. That didn't deter Team Christine; more determined than ever we scoured the waiver wire for another running back. Not panicking, the front office decided to snag Oakland Raider's Justin Fargas to replace Williams. That decision payed off HUGE! We managed to add him to our roster just as he EXPLODED on the scene. Excellent timing. We were off and running (no pun intended) again winning games and takin' names! And, when Jackson returned to our lineup and started churning out points like toys in Santa's workshop, Team Christine took on an energy all of it's own; we were unstoppable and the other teams began to quiver at the mere thought of playing against us. We steamrolled our way right into the playoffs only to fall hard in defeat . . . to end in a TIE! Oh the irony! Oh the agony! Oh such a tragic fate are we forced to endure!
When our backs were against the wall, we made radical decisions without an ounce of fear. Some were really good and some were epically bad. We won some, we lost some and we managed to come out on top more than a few times by God's good grace alone. Much like my beloved New Orleans Saints, Team Christine never once admitted defeat and fought right to the bitter end even when our chances for victory seemed bleak and way beyond our reach. At the end of the day, we wound up in third place out of twelve teams and gained the respect of our competitors. We walked off of the gridiron with helmets in hand and our head's held high. We fought hard. It's not whether you win or lose but how you played the game that really counts . . . so they say.
Okay . . . who am I kidding. I HATE THAT I LOST! I AM A SORE LOSER AND A POOR SPORT! I AM PISSED OFF AND COULD THROTTLE STUPID BRIAN LONGWELL FOR MISSING A FIELD GOAL THAT MY GRANDMOTHER WOULD HAVE EASILY MADE. WHAT SELF-RESPECTING KICKER, IN THE NFL NONETHELESS, MISSES A SHORT YET OH SO CRITICAL FIELD GOAL?!? HUH?!? AND WHAT ABOUT RIDICULOUS BEN WATSON? I DON'T CARE IF YOUR ANKLE HURTS! GET OUR REAR END OFF OF THAT BENCH AND INTO THE GAME BUDDY AND GET ME SOME POINTS!
Whew. Okay, I'm done now. And if someone doesn't suck it up and comment on my Fantasy Football post I cannot be responsible for the bloodshed in the gym that will certainly follow. I'm just sayin'.



