Dog Shit on a Tropical Beach

60% of you see beauty, 40% of you see a dog with diarrhea 

60% of you are still alive and have an incentive to still care about this season.  You see delicate shades of pink and blue that could be fantasy stardom beginning to shine through. 40% of you only see your season as K-9 feces slowly being washed away by a tide of tears.  Whether you fall into the upper or lower half of this picture, I think we should say goodbye to the season as we always do with a end of year "fuck you" or "thank you" as we have before.  There's no doubt some anxiety about your season and possibly even a little jealousy depicted below.

From left to right: New Shoe, Dallas, Coconuts

Whitebread (newborn and all at home) showed up last Monday and made a U-turn at the douchey high school hangout also known at BWW when he realized he was the only one in attendance.

Artist rendition of last Monday at BWW, Whitebread pictured in the foreground.

I pledge to not allow this to happen again (this season), but also made an individual plea to you all for a gathering on December 22nd back at a place that still knows that 1st quarters mean free beers and are open for commerce. Pourhouse in downtown. Cincinnati vs. Denver 7:30 p.m.  This contest will provide at least 5-6 legitimate fantasy players going that evening that could very well decide a championship victory along with a 3rd place showing.

So far, all but Dallas look to be in attendance with Jerks listed as questionable.

I was on campus last night for BOTT's "Light the Row" which I was surprised to find no less than 80 people with a 3:2 female to male ratio at the house.  On our way back to Village Wok for a nostalgic meal, I walked past Sally's and to my dismay the inside of the place looks like a bombed out building from WWII. Not sure how the fuck a place like that doesn't get their shit together with over 18 months to do so (also there's now ZERO fucking parking in the area now unless you wanna pay $10 event parking in a ramp), but I digress.

December 22nd, 2014.  I'll be farting on all the seats to keep them warm for you...

Pants optional. Dresses encouraged for some. Honk honk.