I'm Sooooooo Depressed...
....by my fantasy team, my real team, my manager, my players, the weather, and that painful swelling on my left testicle. I feel like giving up, forever. At this point everything I do turns out badly. I sign players, they turn to shit. I get rid of players, they score a hat-trick, get 4 assists, and keep a clean sheet (good goalkeeping that is).
If I were a javelin thrower I'd win the toss and elect to receive.
What a twat I am.
Yours
Suicide Boy
posted by drakison @ 1:25 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Don't feel so bad ... at least you're not an Everton fan.
That's the sad part - I decided to switch a few weeks ago. I am cursed!
It seems like your Spurs lot came through for you -- back on top of the league. The MoI, meanwhile, have climbed to 5th and are currently tracking down the Hatrick Heroes.
That said, I think I'd be willing for my fantasy team (with P. Ferreira and Del Horno) to take a hit in tomorrow's game if it means a win for the 'pool.
I was watching a nature show about rats last night. Apparently, they happily attack, kill, and eat one of their own. Especially if the other rat is a GOoner. Don't know why, but it reminded me of my so called friends.
Perhaps the problem is that the old gooner rats are being replaced with smaller, weaker versions of themselves -- gooner mice, maybe?
squeak squeak ... hleb ... squeak ... flamini ... squeak squeak squeak
Wow! You guys are really into this whole rat thing aren't you? I suppose that Spurs and 'pool fans know a lot about them - its in the blood, so to speak.
Just call me David Ratison in future.
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