Ladies, This Is For You

You cheated on this, Tiger? Just wow.
(lh5.ggpht.com)

Just when you thought the Michael Jackson coverage was a little too insane, and just to think it all started with a seemingly innocuous one-car crash. Probably like you, I have become nauseous over the excessive Tiger talk over the past two plus weeks. I'm tired of seeing the mistress count go up like the numbers on Jerry Lewis's annual telethon. I'm sick of hearing another woman in the conga line talk on the morning news when all I want is the weather. The TMZ and the E! news coverage has me wanting to put myself in a strait jacket. TIGER'S NOT PERFECT! Big whoop. I get it. He was this seemingly perfect guy who wasn't who we thought he was as a man, just another philanderer like many who are surrounded with that kind of money, power and temptation. But it's not like he presented himself to be perfect. Not like A-Rod who hired a whole Hollywood team to chisel his image. He may have looked perfect on that Accenture ad at the airport, or on the Tag Heuer ad on the I-90. In the end however, it is us, along with the media who make that preconception a reality, just because these athletes play a sport very well. We've seen it all before in the world of athletics with Kobe, Chipper Jones and the late Steve McNair (among thousands of other athletes). We've seen it recently in politics with Mark Sanford, who used South Carolina's tax money to fund his liaisons. Hell, JFK's statistics could make all of these men I've mentioned so far compare to the 40-Year Old Virgin. So other than the fact that this is arguably the biggest athlete of this generation being lumped into these salacious wrongdoings, I don't see why this is such a stunner. In the end, I'm a little worried about Tiger's marriage, but whatever is decided for them down the road I'm sure will be the best for the both of them, and it's none of my or TMZ's business. But Tiger is the least of my worries. He made his own bed, and now he must cleanse himself of this scandalous mess before he lies in it again. I believe that in the end, Tiger will overcome his demons on his leave and come back to the PGA with a fury that no sports league has ever seen. After my first Tiger entry, I promised myself not to write another Tiger rant to add to the rest of the mania, but this Tiger Tale needs to be told to display who I am really worried about. Let's just say that one out of every two of you are affected by my concerns.

Well, Tiger, they warned ya'!

(atomicblawg.blogspot.com)

While the next paragraph may seem like a Gloria Steinem column, it's all Chucky B. Yes, ladies, I'm worried about you. Each and every one of you. I'm worried after TMZ reveals another mistress from Golddigger Nation: Tiger's Chapter. Each ditsy chick coming onto nationwide TV with tales, texts and empty apologies (that we're all supposed to take seriously) to a wife they knew they have been sneaking around on for months, all while claiming betrayal themselves. Of course, we on the receiving end will gobble up anything on TMZ as the truth, even if it is another random cocktail waitress/porn star who may be fibbing to gain those 15 glorious minutes. Just like with the celebrity, the blood is on our hands when it comes to the veneration of these folks. In this celeb-obsessed, viral media world, we have celebrated that 'no publicity is bad publicity' adage to a dangerous level, especially when fame can be obtained in any way sans talent (see, William Hung). In a world with Speidi, the Kardashians and Jersey Shore, we're too influenced that all celebrity is good, no matter how idiotic, loony or unskillful we present ourselves. Not for anything Tigre, but when 'Tool Academy' is on a woman's resume, that red flag should have been waving back and forth in that head of yours. This insta-celebrity culture has been especially damaging to the overall repute of the modern woman, where gaining fame from sex tapes and celebrity black books become more of a badge of honor than switching to the top racing leagues or winning Grand Slam tennis tournaments. Meanwhile, the message is sent that endearing qualities like independence, intelligence and self-respect are second hand traits that are gained only when you and your 'Trashy Girl' body are on the wrong side of 40 (unless you go the plastic surgery route). You're being taught that there is no shame not only to garner menial attention from powerful men, but also to be an empty moral shell, to feel no shame in things you should be feeling huge remorse for, like sleeping with another woman's man. Granted, it takes two to tango, or waltz or do any meaningful dance, but there's a line of self-respect you cross when you abandon the rules of the gold band. Worse, all of these fame-pursuing activities have created a value for women that they are not worth anything unless they make a drunken mess out of themselves on a reality show, serve martinis to movie stars armed with some massive implants or sleep with as many ballplayers as possible for a quick buck. Sounds like some new-age prostitution gimmick to me. I'm very well aware that sex pushes a lot of product, and I wouldn't want that to go away for my manly reasons, however you can present yourself as sexy and powerful without going the route of a ditzy golddigger or a homewrecker, which in the end makes you a feeble disposable commodity in today's society. It's even sad to think that some of these alleged 'transgressions' may be telling those six-figure stories just to have a better chance of appearing on VH1's 'Tough Love', all while not only tarnishing the reputation of the accused, but by undermining the proud accomplishments, and attributes of the female gender. The sad part is that all of this glory hunting is making a whole gender a casualty of this fame culture, including those hard-working lady bartenders who place the tip over the titillation and the spotlight.

In The Making.....Eurotrip: The Three-quel

Choices seem as limitless as this ceiling.
(CEB II)

It felt like 2 minutes ago that I returned from my last adventure across seas and (SURPRISE) I'm in the process of planning the next one. Call it boredom, call it a little break from the job escapades, or maybe it's an escape from all this "Tiger-gate" coverage on TV, but I think it's about that time to start pondering some ideas for future travels. To be frank, Eurotrip Part 3 has been in the making since I landed back in the States after Part 2, but it's the first time I've been able to somewhat articulate any of my plans, with the multitude of tempting choices and all. You know you are excited for something that you are looking up train schedules 7 months ahead of schedule. The ideas have been limitless: A meander through Madrid, a few pints in Prague, even a frolic in Finland. The most intriguing idea has been to pick a reunion spot where many of my overseas compadres can meet up and have a weekend shindig. I'm a big believer that the company you keep is the most defining characteristic in any place you visit. Even though a lot of this trip is in the concept phase right now, I have already decided on a few criticals for the next go-round. Here's the extent that I have thought about this future European excursion.

- My desired start date would be the end of the 2nd week of May 2010 (Fri. 14th or Sat. 15th). If I'm granted 2 weeks of vacay from my next employer (huge factor in all of this), the trip would run right into Memorial Day, which will give me an extra day to adjust my circadian rhythm.

- I'm gonna try to avoid Ryanair as much as possible. They find ways to get your money after you book that 'cheap' flight. By the way, this is the same airline that was thinking of charging people to use the bathroom.

- I want to visit at least one new country, to add some pizazz to the trip.

- There are two places I'm definitely going to if I do this....

Hope it looks warmer when I show up.

(thelightisgreen.com)

Stockholm, Sweden
It seems as if all of my Swedish friends from years past have all gathered around the Scandinavian Venice of the North, so it's a no-brainer that I go here. Sure, there are museums and great architecture in this northern metropolis, but I have so many people who await my arrival in this city. Plus, I think that it's about that time I find out what city life is like in Sweden. Can't turn down a Scandinavian party, right? Well, speaking of.........

Royal Palace, Oslo. Wicked!
(CEB II)

Oslo, Norway
I was overly impressed with the May 17th celebrations this year. So much so, that it pretty much determined the start this for next year's potential trip. Nobody likes a nationwide party more than I do, and I would be an idiot if I passed up another chance to indulge in another tipsy walk through Karl Johans Gate in Oslo. Plus, I have to pay homage to the city that actually gave me a lifelong appreciation for the Eurovision competition with at least another visit. Hope the Best Western can make some room for me next May.

For the rest of this trip, several places have been swirling through my mind. There is no way I'm making a decision soon. In fact, thinking about it gives me a jolt of energy! Right now, I reveal the infamous list of destinations I am considering for the next voyage (Subject to change at anytime. Oh, just thought of another place!).

The Legendary Consideration List

Vienna - Schnitzels....enough said!

Normandy - Tons of history to be learned here. One of my Top 5 Destinations, and I haven't been there before, making this a huge candidate for a multi-week venture.

Amsterdam - Curious as to what the hype's is all about. Plus a good train spot to visit places like Belgium and Germany during the day. I'll be sure to avoid any brownie treats.

Some big city other than Rome - Venice? Milan? Florence? Naples? Love to visit the country again, but need to be impulsed into a city before picking one.

Thoughts? Suggestions? All ideas are welcome.

(CEB II)

I Wanna Slam My Face In Nails....Must Be Winter!

(CEB II)

Winter invasion in the NYC.
(CEB II)

That dreaded season is coming, and apparently with a whole invasion force. I was at a Starbuck's near the World Trade Center site on Saturday afternoon, witnessing flakes going sideways. Luckily it cleared up just in time for my buddy Eric's Studio 31 birthday bash, or as he is now known, Chicken Wang (If you know him, it doesn't make sense, but it does. Ideas created on IHOP food. Just roll with it, folks.). As always, it was good to get away from job search hell and enjoy an adventurous weekend in the city that doesn't sleep, with the Grey Goose flowing like the water on the Trevi Fountain and rooftop bars that have Snuggie rip-offs on the rack. Not to mention that I have achieved a dream of mine by belting out 'New York, New York' with the windows rolled down in Midtown, which almost makes me forget of the never-ending loop that 'Empire State of Mind' was played on in NYC radio stations. However, the parking garage workers apparently take some naps, causing us to have a early morning snack at Koreatown and transforming us into a zombie task force heading back to Long Island on Sunday morning. Plus that street corner food that was a good idea at 3 AM becomes a different story once the sunlight makes an appearance. Am I still recovering from bus lag? Yes. Would I do it all again? Hell yeah! Rather that than shoveling that slushee combo off my driveway. It's probably the one chore that makes me age a legit 50 years after doing it. My fingers have morphed into mini boomerangs and my back is tighter than that dress on Tiger Woods's 4th mistress, or 2nd,......or was it the 7th? Anyhoo, we're 2 weeks away from the time of year I absolutely despise. Get ready to be mope-a-doped.

Now indoor snow puts a smile in my face.
(CEB II)

If you want to avoid a 2012-type pessimistic rant, stop reading now I know I've lived in Mass for 95% of my life, but I still can't get used to winter and the Petri dish that winter creates! I'm already tired of scraping ice and snow off my car in the midst of a leafless landscape. Why should I fall in love with a season where my hands cryogenically freeze when I mix a little moisture with cold air? Why should I like a season in which I feel like I have to skin a bear before crawling into bed every night? Wearing 4 layers of clothing isn't exactly the most flattering thing on the planet. I mean, what's more flattering, a bathing suit, or an ice covered hoodie? Exactly! Explains way Hawaii is more of a destination than Saskatchewan. And let's not talk about how I keep Lubriderm and Chap Stick in business to protect myself from being a human sandpaper experiment. Never have been a skier or boarder, either. Why be outside in the chill when the hot chocolate is in the lodge? Must be the Puerto Rican in me, I guess. Well, snowboarding seemed interesting, until I took a few debilitating wipe outs on my buddy Mike's $10 board on the trash-filled mountain in a closed down dump near my house. And Christmas? Let's just say it has lost its charm since the days I was playing with Ninja Turtle action figures. Being older means buying for other people, which means getting stampeded in a mall by grown men and women just for a Hello Kitty iPod cover. To add onto the many invernal frustrations, it seems as if the Sox are sending signals that the upcoming season will be an off-year of sorts, which totally fits right into another boost in ticket prices (insert sarcasm/anger here), but all my anger here has to go to another entry. You can't accuse me of not trying to enjoy Jack Frost and his winter production. I do have great memories at ole Babson of sledding down an icy hill, and building walls of snow in front of other people's rooms. Even the days get longer and the snow adds an interesting mix to any football game. However, the little winter love I have goes away when I think of the last job I had going door-to-door covered in sleet. So next time you invite me to an ice sculpture party or to be outside to watch a shiny ball descend from a pole, either give me enough Corona so it doesn't matter or have it be in Maui. Cheers!

Mochaman's Fantasy Football Report
- Boston Beersquad - 10-3 (1st, Plax's Got a Gun, 1st in Division 2, 1574.30 Pts.)
Pulled off a huge victory against the top scoring team in the league despite getting a combined 8.3 points from my running backs. Special thanks to Donnie Driver for that dive in the end zone on Monday night. Not only achieved the best record in the league, but more importantly secured a bye week for a league that starts its playoffs 1 week early to avoid the Week 17 shutdown of the league. Can we possibly put a championship on the board for the 'Squad? With my history in fantasy football, just hold on to the ticker tape for now.

- Killa' Beavaz - 8-5 (4th, Yahoo Public 179914, 1274.98 Pts.)
Hate the what ifs of a week that you lose, especially when you lose by a 2.4 point deficit (Thanks Ben Watson for not getting a single yard. Much appreciated.). Now holding on by a thread to a playoff spot in a league where I was cruising just a few weeks ago. 1 week left and facing one of the three 8-5 teams in the league, which needless to say, is a tightrope situation in the 179914. Oh, and can someone tell Dean Pees to give some 5 Hour Energy to the Pats D next Sunday? Thanks.

Tigers In Celebrity Cages

(brainaudit.com)

Not a good time to be a Tiger.
(CEB II)

Mark another tally for Mr. Charles Barkley's 'athletes shouldn't be looked at as role models' quote. A good day to be a Denzel Washington look alike, or even Jack Nicholson. It's moments like this that reaffirm my belief of me rather being rich than famous. Looks as if Tiger Woods is the latest celebrity casualty of having his past extracurricular activities exposed for the world to see. Shocker? A bit. I'm disappointed in him like I would be with anybody else who engaged in this behavior. I mean, DAAAAAAAAAAMN TIGER! You have two kids with a beautiful Swedish model wife, and you decide to have a fling with a cocktail waitress? I admit, I'm a fan of his. In fact, I don't think I've ever watched a golf tournament that DIDN'T have him in it. But this affair debacle is another reason why I don't fall head over heels for any athlete, or celebrity for that matter. It seems as now more than ever, we are so obsessed with celebrity in this country. Celebrity dictates the fashion, the lingo and even some of the behavior of society at large, good and unfortunately bad. Hell, we get bored and even create celebrities out of privileged nobodies by documenting their lives on MTV (see Speidi, The Hills/Laguna Beach franchise). Even athletes are no exception to this worship, after all, they are making the same money as many of these movie stars nowadays. Just makes me ponder one question: We fought not to have a monarchy, why do we create it?

I remember watching the Barcelona - Rubin Kazan matchup and the commentators were literally calling the Barca "gods on the pitch", right before they got upset at home. I mean, does playing soccer really well allow for that kind of description? The problem with celebrity worship is that it sets an unrealistic image for those who are considered royalty, and sets a shady message to society that reaching that glory will erase all your shortcomings, public and private. Look at the logic for a second. Does being one of the greatest athletes automatically equal the greatest man in the world? Of course not. So why should we be shocked or blown away when these people do stray from the lines? We as a society have to be part of the blame, not for Tiger's act of betrayal on his wife, but for the deification of the individual. If you are told you are the greatest thing since Abe Lincoln all the time, you might actually start believing it, and thus start doing things that are outside the moral boundaries of our society. Explains why Nicole Ritchie would just one day carelessly drive drugged up on the wrong side of the road, or why Paris Hilton incessantly drove with a suspended license until she got jailed. However, this celebrity role doubles as some sort of a public servant role, as every detail in a person's life must be within public reach, or expect to be knocked off your throne real fast. Many sportswriters around the country even said that Tiger 'owed' us all an explanation. Really? The only one that truly deserves an explanation is his woman wearing his ring. I mean, George Bush still hasn't given me a clear explanation for why we lost all those lives in Iraq (subtle hint, definitely not the WMDs anymore). That issue is more important than a little transgression to me. Plus, Tiger's statement today was enough of a confession of guilt. It's not sympathy or an excuse for what he did, really. You can criticize his morality, that's okay by me. This is just me reassessing who the celebrities actually are (real human beings) and who they are actually not (saints, Zeus). I'm not worried about Tiger in the long run. He does have millions and he will find his stroke on the golf course and in life at the end of it all. I'm just afraid in this viral media-driven society that the next time I wear my Nike hat in the mall, people will start linking me to cocktail waitresses. On second thought.....

Cajun Crushing And Some Good Recipes

Could this guy save the league from a lockout?
(espn.com)

Well, that was a stinker. With the way this game turned out, this game got as much unnecessary attention as Tiger Woods' one car accident over the weekend. But yet, I still can't get Drew Brees's 5 TDs and his perfect rating out of my head. So much for selective amnesia. So what does this prove? For one, the Saints are amazing. Whoever can make a defensive back like Mike McKenzie, who had been with the team for grand total of a week, turn into a Brady Killer has my complete respect. It also shows that the Pats as they are now, will not make it to the Super Bowl. You don't have to look far from the 1-4 road record (only win at Wembley against the abysmal Buccaneers) as to why they won't be playing in February, or even mid January. To top that, they don't have that big game capability anymore, which may stem from the bone chilling results of the 2006 AFC Championship Game. Considering the fact their projected road to the postseason will stray away from Foxboro after the 1st round, the Pats have as much of a chance to make the next Super Bowl as the WNBA has to being the number one sport in the country, but I digress. As I was talking to Blakey, an old high school buddy of mine, about the prison beating that the Patriots received, we pondered one ginormous thought: What if two undefeated teams made it to the Super Bowl? It's historically impossible, but real fun to think. After all, it is the first time that they're two 11-0 teams in one season in NFL history. Just look at the remaining schedule for both teams.

New Orleans
@ Washington
@ Atlanta
Dallas
Tampa Bay
@ Carolina

Indianapolis
Tennessee
Denver
@ Jacksonville
New York Jets
@ Buffalo

The Cowboys may be the thorn in the heel for the 'Who Dat' Saints on paper, but on the other hand, Romo doesn't win December games on any surface. I'll give the Saints the edge on that one, as well as the other teams on the schedule if this came down to a point of a gun. The Colts have a mighty task ahead with VY (Leinart's worst nightmare) and the surging Titans coming to town. With the Colts' recent penchant for late game comebacks, this game could easily be the contest that puts a crooked number in the loss column for Indy. But for as much as I despise the Colts with every fiber of my being, I am actually rooting for Peyton to dismantle teams right into February, and by looking at the remainder of the schedule, he just might. Think about the biggest game you've ever seen, then times it by 10,000,000. Two undefeateds in the biggest sporting league in the country: One will become the iconic team of the sport, the other gets the nation's mind of the Patriots debunked attempt 2 seasons ago. Most importantly, there is no way that the NFL gets locked out in 2011 after coming off that hype-fest of a game. The momentum from that Super Bowl would carry for years, even decades. No way the NFL even thinks of taking minute off any season for a while. My only remaining question is what would the '72 Dolphins do if both make it to the Super Bowl undefeated? One team will claim the title as the first undefeated in almost 40 years, but another undefeated team will be a casualty that would normally make a select group of 60 year olds to pop champagne. There just has to be something in the NFL rulebook for this, just has to. I guess it's how that old adage goes: Can't beat 'em, then just root for them to go to the Super Bowl with 0 losses. Errrrrrrrrr! Time for a mood boost.

IBRACADABRA!
(espn.com)

How 'bout Barça? The blaugrana affirmatively answered my worries by coming through in the biggest week of their season to date and taking back the top spot in La Liga. In the latest installation of El Clasico, Barça edged out Los Merengues 1-0 in a more competitive game than the 2-6 thrashing of the last derby matchup. The high-volt Barcelona crowds made me appreciate the rivalry even more, and reminded me of Fenway when the Yanks come to town, plus the Catalan curse words. It's better to come out the victor in these tight contests, especially considering this was a game that the Madridians could have easily won with chances from Ronaldo and the 1 man advantage that Madrid had for about a half hour in the 2nd half. Once again, it was the big Swede, Zlatan Ibrahimovic, who tallied a goal off a cross only 5 minutes after being inserted into the pitch. Let's not forget the captain and center back Carles Puyol putting on a show to save the game in a few instances, making me gain more respect for the defensive positions of soccer. I have to give that respect, considering If I were to play, I would have to play that position due to my lack of dribbling ability. I mean, I would probably be allowed to use my hands if people saw me work the pitch! But to me, the most important victory of the week came against the Italian club Inter Milan 2-0 in an important Champions League fixture, which not only showed that Barça can still be overwhelming, but also strengthened their position of a continued title defense into the new year. With the first-time promoted Xerez next on the schedule, I'm as comfortable as Drew Brees throwing into the Patriots secondary (Apparently still haven't got over it.).

Will a walker be a mandatory requirement for the Sox SS position?
(cache.daylife.com)

Can't write this entry without writing a few notes on my Sox. Gone goes Gonzo. That has been the extent of the latest goings-on in the Red Sox segment of the Hot Stove, creating a little more impact than the Halladay buzz. Don't think so? Check out this Gammons article on a possible Pedroia switch to short. Intriguing? You bet. Especially considering that he was an All-American shortstop in Arizona and was at short when he began his road to the bigs. Why did he move you ask? To make room for prospect phenom and alleged Sox offseason target Hanley Ramirez. As great as all of this sounds and as much as I love athletes in my height class succeeding in every level, I'm kind of in the modern major league mindset of having my shortstops being at least 6 feet tall. It almost makes as much sense as FIFA punishing Thierry Henry for their ref's mistake, or how a guy named Buck MARTINEZ pronounces Ortiz, "OR-teez". With the current state of our defense, we already have question marks with Mike Lowell and I hate to say, V-Mart at the backstop. Putting Pedroia at short is only rolling the dice on an already questionable defense. Although the Scutaro alternative seems like a Renterian risk in comparison. Not only would we lose a draft pick, but we will probably be relying on a guy who had a career year at 33 years old to put up similar production when he is around 36 or 37. That foot injury at the end of last year doesn't make me warm and fuzzy inside, either. Come to think of it, I would pay double the price of admission to see Pedroia do an Ozzie-like flip to his position. Let the black hole continue.

Oh yeah. Can't forget that Roy guy, or all the rumblings that he wants his next destination either this winter or in the next winter. All while we hear that the Sox are putting on a full court press to get the ace. Bottom line is I don't see how the Scrooge of all prospect wealth, Theo Epstein, will deal the likes of Buchholz, Kelly, and other top young'ns for just one run at the postseason, and that doesn't include the multi-million dollar extension that we may have to give a guy who will be a post-prime 34 in 2011 with a ton of innings on his right arm. And I'm sure many other organizations share the same philosophies. Toronto blew it last trading deadline by asking too much in a situation where they had superior leverage. Unless Toronto lowers their demands a smidge, expect Halladay to finish out his current contract for a 4th place Canadian team. That, or the Yanks pull the plug and I spend another winter trying to gouge my eyes out. As for Hanley, still don't see it, The Sox no doubt have a hole at short, but I just don't see the Marlins giving away Ramirez without us dumping our whole farm system. Besides, 6 year, $70 million dollar contract is actually a bargain with the way he's been playing. Plus, the Marlins will need a star to open when they open that new stadium in 2012, a looooooooong ways to go. Good luck on all that, Theo.

Here's some outside-the-box for ya'. Other than another bat, what is the biggest need for the Sox this offseason. Didn't expect me to say long relief did you? The Sox didn't have that guy that would eat those innings last year, especially late in the season. The abundance of one inning relievers destroyed the effectiveness of guys like Ramirez, Delcarmen and Okajima because they would constantly have to be called upon to clean the mess from one of our "low risk, high reward" pickups. My mind always flashes back to the most defining game of the '09 season when the Yanks beat us in the 15-inning game with relievers who could pitch more than 1 inning, while we had to use 5 relievers in the extra innings, depleting our 'pen and even our starting rotation for the long run. Instead of using these red flag pickups to build the starting rotation, how about using one of those injury risk starters (Harden, Sheets) as the long guy? No longer will the pressure of tossing 200 innings will be the norm, putting less stress on the minds and bodies of two excellent talents. A spot start or two for the annual Wakefield injury wouldn't hurt either. That and their relative youth beats having to rely on an otherwise aging relief market that includes Darren Oliver (39) or a Scott Schoenweis (36). Wake me when Feb. 17th ends.

Cloud 10 Curiosities: Family Fail!

(failblog.org)

Talk about irony! I've been scrolling through failblog.org, which has become my latest Internet obsession. This site basically displays images and videos of people (and a few animals) in some fail-tastic situations, which has given me back my six pack due to the incessant laughter. While enjoying the ineptitude of society at large, I noticed this World Vision ad and thought it was a part of the quirkiness of the site. After scanning through some other ads on the site from this company and others, I realized that the joke was on them. Anyone else figure it out? You will get the ultimate prize, my respect and applause. Wicked! Good day, ladies and gents!


Mochaman's Fantasy Football Report
- Boston Beersquad - 9-3 (1st, Plax's Got a Gun, 1st in Division 2, 1432.70 Pts.)
Big win to keep me in first as I approach the final week of the regular season in this league. Kinda concerned this week as I face off against a team who has outscored me on the whole by almost 300 points with me holding onto a division lead only because I have outscored the other 9-3 team. Have to win not only for the league crown, but for that coveted bye week, and it won't be easy, especially armed with the RB tandem of Maroney/Mike Bell. All prayers welcome.

- Killa' Beavaz - 8-4 (3rd, Yahoo Public 179914, 1188.46 Pts.)
I'm all about the nail biters! In third place by the the vitrue of being separated by 40 points from the top team. Chris Johnson has been in another atmosphere lately. Gonna need some big weeks by McNabb and Fitzy the next couple of weeks if I'm going to overcome and grab this division. Get ready for the ride, ladies and gents!