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Displaced Aggression League Report – Week 8 The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse…
Displaced Aggression League Report – Week 7 And the Goddess spoke, saying; Drink not the foul brew…
Displaced Aggression League Report – Week 6 May God reward them well for the slighting of me. …
Displaced Aggression League Report: Week 5 The ESPN Oracle has been around for a very, very long…
Displaced Aggression League Report — Week 3 In fantasy sports, as in life, it’s usually best to…
LEAGUE REPORT — WEEK 2 In the same year . . .there was a Scottish man, and uplandish…
Displaced Aggression League Report — Week 1
Greetings Team Owners, and many apologies for the delayed report in this, our opening week. Blame the bull skunk that left your League Manager blinded by unholy stink, as collateral damage in its 3am showdown with the League Dog. It was a horrifying turn of events that necessitated a hasty evacuation of the Command Bunker until the situation could be contained. But scientists tell us that, just like the start our football season, the sudden influx of these toxic rodents in urban areas is a sure sign that Fall is here and Summer is a distant memory.
Indeed, it’s hard to believe that, just a few weeks ago, many of us were still in family vacation mode: With personality conflicts sharpened by rolling blackouts and a maddening heat index, and in-laws forced to take shelter on shady porches in resentful groups. We draped ourselves over sticky wicker furniture and struggled to suck oxygen out of the steamy air, while the relentless screaming of cicadas was punctuated by the thumping of fat black flies the size of sparrows, trying to force their way through the screens to drink our blood. It was too hot to do anything – too hot, thankfully, for any of us to act on the paranoid and murderous impulses that skittered around our brains every time we glanced at each other.
Showtime’s boxing coverage can be irritating at times, what with Gus Johnson’s carny-style, indiscriminate hyping, and Champion-turned-commentator…
It says something about a fighter’s character when his immediate reaction to being handed his first defeat in 27 professional bouts is to say that he’s thankful that no one was injured. Those were the first words out of the mouth of a still-stunned Andre Berto, upon hearing the judges unanimously award his WBC Welterweight title to the younger phenom, Victor Ortiz. While words like class, grace, and dignity start springing to mind when you hear something like that, Berto’s other post-fight comments quickly brought him back down to earth; he rationalized the loss by claiming that he “felt off,” and said “that wasn’t me in there.”
(Originally posted at Skundered!) I got hit with a double-dose of boxing disappointment last weekend: I missed…
Displaced Aggression League Report — Week 8 There’s not much to say about what happened in Our…
Displaced Aggression League Report — Week 7
This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Take off the turban, remove the crown. It will not be as it was: The lowly will be exalted and the exalted will be brought low. A ruin! A ruin! I will make it a ruin! — Ezekiel 21:26
Like a slow-orbiting comet or the McRib sandwich, truly epic upsets don’t come around very often; and when they do, it’s an occasion worth noting with appropriate solemnity.