I Got the Deuce-Deuce (In the Trunk of My Car) Last week was the first loss I’ve ever taken to Scott in Capricorn SZN. Astrologically, this was a devastating defeat. The margin was as narrow as Tutu Atwell’s tutu. As the Roman calendar flips, so too will my strategy. I have blistered ole Scotty StacksContinue reading “Clash of the Beards & Bellies”
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Clash of the Beards and Bellies
Dobermans and Razor Wire Before I wax poetic about my return to form last week, I would like to wish the Simpson family a very merry Christmas. A man is only as good as his supporting cast and Rose and the girls tolerate Scott at a dosage level that inferior beings would quickly succumb to.Continue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”
Clash of the Beards and Bellies
Abominable Snowman What a terrible performance! Except for Alvin Kamara and Joshua Palmer, I saw six snowflakes on my side of the board. That is by far the most I’ve ever had in a head to head clash with Scott. I literally gift wrapped his second-consecutive win last week, so now I don’t need toContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”
Clash of the Beards and Bellies
Something About a Blind Squirrel Don’t let his gruff exterior fool you, Scott Simpson is incapable of doing harm. That is, unless you are in the DraftKings lobby, with banks of flickering fluorescent lights and creaky floorboards. In that world, he’s leaning into the bricks in a leather jacket, carving a Fuji apple with aContinue reading “Clash of the Beards and Bellies”
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”
Nimble w/Numbers 