Clash of the Beards and Bellies

We’re Going Streaking Bring your green hat, everyone’s doing it. Just like Frank the Tank in the timeless classic Old School, I’m streaking through the quad. I’ve been known to throw back some brewskis, but I typically go long periods of time before I hit the level of inebriation that induces public nudity. I mayContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of the Mashed Potatoes and Gravy

Full of Gratitude I met Scott Simpson on Twitter in the Spring of 2020. When we were invited to the same Sleeper dynasty league, I’m sure he knew pretty early on that I wasn’t going to let up on the trash talk. We have shared some amazing conversations and DFS victories. My “internet friend” isContinue reading “Clash of the Mashed Potatoes and Gravy”

Clash of the Beards and Bellies

I’m not that happy that I beat Simpson last week. We were both on the struggle bus with our lineups. I guess I only won because of the sunset on his lineup three hours earlier on the east coast. Don’t get me wrong, I loooooove taking my obligatory victory lap on social media, even ifContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of the Beards and Bellies

In Dominating Fashion There’s something endearing about a villain. Maybe it’s just me, but Michael Richards in “Problem Child” and Christopher Lloyd in “Dennis the Menace” were some of my favorite antagonists. It could be that they were scaring some troubled youth right back on the straight and narrow. They were unabashedly disgusting and askewContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of the Beards and Bellies

All Square For some reason, the last couple of weeks have gone terribly wrong in my head-to-head contests. Some of my worst lineups have been rolled out in my favorite format lately and it irks me. Simpson’s lineup was great last week, but it didn’t have to be. Aside from my studly running backs andContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of the Beards and Bellies

Blood and Entrails Most of us have been through at least one good haunted house in our lifetime. When I was a kid growing up in a farm town, we would get permission from my great uncle (a farmer) to make an amazing “haunted shop.” We partitioned each room with hay bales, coated the concreteContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of the Beards and Bellies

Blood in the Water The blush on Scott’s cheeky pair of victories has darkened to an overripe bruising. The last fortnight-and-a-half has implanted a festering doubt to whether the leaves will cease to fall. The other stench in the air is of desperation. Nimble will try anything to avoid rolling his losing streak into anotherContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”

Clash of The Beards and Bellies -Week 6

Just Win, Baby! It was uglier than Jon Gruden’s emails, but I grinded out the head-to-head victory over Queen Elsa’s ice jester, mister Nimble. Scott had so many snowflakes on his side of the screen that Yukon Cornelius rode by on the Abominable Snowman with Rudolph and Hermey the elf. We were both snake-bitten byContinue reading “Clash of The Beards and Bellies -Week 6”