It’s Here. And I Can’t Get Away From It.

The Ladies… had our Fantasy Football draft Wednesday night, and I’m in the midst of what Basketbawful calls drafterglow.. I feel like I have an awesome team, I’m going to smash everybody, and end the season being carried out on everyone’s shoulders or something ridiculous like that. However, I had three players play yesterday – Chris Cooley, Ahmad Bradshaw, and Amani Toomer – and got not a single point from them. Nineteen yards between the three of them! Screw those guys.

But still, I’m optimistic. I’ve got some very good big name players, some players I was hoping to get, and a pretty hot team, considering. And I got this guy here:

I hate Tom Brady. But he is the best.

Other than him, I got…

Chad Johnson:

You better not let me down, bro.

Greg Jennings, who I love irrationally, and hope will not get lower numbers without his BFF Favre throwing:

Seriously cute.

See? Adorable!

Hines Ward, who is indeed my favolite Steerel:

AWWWWWWW. Aww. I think I just died.

Maurice Jones-Drew, who is a wonderful little wrecking-ball of a man:

Rookie Rashard Mendenhall, who did indeed play for the Zooker; I will, however, forgive him if he does well for my team:

Don't let me down.

I somehow managed to have two annoying white quarterbacks on my team. Philip Rivers:

This was the only tolerable picture of him I coud find.

Ahmad Bradshaw:

Cute. Good? No idea.

And I got The Cool, Chris Cooley:

Eh, I wouldn't get fired from my job for him. Cute though.

What do you think, ladies and gents? I think I’m going to kick ass. But then, I always think that, no matter the situation, so I’m not sure if that’s of any use to me.