Joe Flacco: The Man, The Myth, The Bust

Salutations all, and happy Tuesday. Due to my fantasy loss last night, and for the fact that I flat out have jack shit to talk about, it is going to be a relatively short blog today. First off let's talk about why life sucks, and I blame Joe Flacco and the Indianapolis Colts defense. I'm sure this is the type of shit no one cares about but I give negative fucks. What kind of disgrace to the sport of football are you when your defense lets up fucking 62 points, that has to be some kind of joke. Of course I was playing against Sproles so fuck me sideways right? Even after all of that I still had Anquan Boldin playing against the Jaguars, THE FUCKING JAGUARS, and he couldn't manage to get me 17 fantasy point and I blame Joe Flacco. I was in a room with Kim Jong-il and Joe Flacco and I had a gun with two bullets in it, I'd shoot Flacco twice.

OK, moving on from fantasy and in other news, I'm more than broke. I think I have 8 dollars in my back account and no gas in my car. I didn't even have enough money to carry my sorry ass to my car last night, drive to the gas station and get a tin, so I drank a couple beers instead. The weekend could not come any faster. I'm trying to forget my name on a whole new level. sLamField has been dropping us some tracks and needless to say I'm fucking stoked. The week is dragging by and I have nothing to fill the time other than Fantasy Football and working out, which after how sore I am right now I would rather not. Speaking of working out every day that passes is one day closer to lacrosse season and it's shit like this that really gets me going

Click it bitches

 Just raw skill. 

My house mates thought it would be humorous to start icing every one in the house last night but I exacted my revenge on L by putting an ice in the toilet before he went to the bathroom. I rock. I'm workign on bringing you guys another story either today or tomorrow. Keep checking in.

p.s. - this kids from maryland and has some pretty raw talent