In a very weird and non often occurring series of events, sports did not let me down this weekend. It was almost a perfect week; I can’t believe it. Michigan’s little brother started acting up and got their ass kicked. Devin Bush Jr destroyed the little sparty logo and then backed it up on the field. For those who don’t know, Devin Bush stomped and dug up the Spartans logo after he and other teammates were clothesline by the Michigan state team who were 10 minutes late to warm ups. A pair of headphones were ripped off and of course that would lead to a scuffle. But everything is alright because I got to see “Bench” Mason truck some sorry ass linebacker for a touchdown. Another beautiful aspect of the day was Big Liar Urban Meyer losing so bad that he’s going to start faking another heart attack. If he doesn’t they might actually punish him when he cheats. I mean he doesn’t really cheat that much, it’s just that he has a higher athlete payroll than that of Georgia’s football and Arizona basketball teams. This doesn’t even include him being a complete slimeball for literally faking dementia caused by “headaches” that he gets. These memory clearing headaches and the fact that he does win games allowed for the low suspension of 3 games for knowing/not-knowing about Zach Smith beating his wife. Oh but he knew, he knew well enough to get someone to delete all of the conversations off his phone. But really don’t be surprised if this is Meyer’s last season, things are starting to get hot in Columbus especially with a blowout that large being the 4th in the last three seasons for the Buckeyes. Back to football, it’s always a good time watching the fucking Ohio State tree nuts get blown out. On the better side of things, we had the Clemson Tigers teach North Carolina St how to play football with a 41-7 beat down. So overall Saturday was just a great day. Unfortunately, fantasy football continues to destroy the happiness I once had every Sunday. The stress caused by losing in a league where you clearly have the best team in is truly killing me. I look at my 1-6 record and I die a little bit inside (I don’t suck; I have the most points scored against me in the league by over 150 points). I may be in denial and I might suck a little bit but honestly fuck that shit. Sundays are only supposed to suck at night when I start 8 assignments all due by Monday, not from football. Fantasy football almost ruined my weekend but then I remember what happened Saturday and am filled with joy. So fuck the tree nuts and I’ll see you next week, probably more depressed about sports.
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