Yes, this entry has been a long time coming. I had more urgent matters of reviewing writing I've done over the past four summers so I could handle all the hard questions to be asked about it. But now that's over and I'm practically the owner of an M.A. in Latin (take that, TMR), so let's restart the Man's League Blog.
Peanut Rico is by far the most active owner in the Man's League. He seems to be always working on some trade with someone, and he streams starting pitchers, meaning he leads the league in free agent pickups. And although he didn't max out his starts during our match-up, he was going to win strikeouts. Our week featured three head-to-head pitching duels: Geer v. Oswalt on Monday, Lowe v. Blanton on Tuesday, and Gaudin v. Kuroda on Friday night. They turned out in my favor: Ol' Roy shined in a low-scoring affair, Lowe's line had a slight edge on Blanton, but the Dodgers thrashed Gaudin and gave Kuroda a semi-deserved win. A second start from Oswalt produced more of the same warm gooey goodness and got me the boost needed to take ERA, WHIP, and wins. Finally, in the netherworld of the ninth inning, the duo of Fuentes and Soriano thumped my Franklin and Street, giving Rico the victory in saves.
The theme of duels even extended to the offensive side, where Ichiro, the Japanese Elvis, and Elvis Andrus played tit-for-tat with steals, tallying 7 between them on Tuesday evening. Isn't FantasyCast great? Rico's fleet-footed squad was able to maintain that advantage, but it would be his only offensive category win. Dye, Scott, Pedroia, Ross, and David Murphy all had nice weeks at the plate, with Murph hitting half & half (.500). So thanks to that output, the Fightin' Five-Ways prevailed (ding!) by a score of 7-3.
Looking ahead to the final week before the All-Star break, I face Blossom Jim, who is the only Man's Leaguer to have faced Pod Vader and not appear on the podcast. In addition to that, he's having a rough season. Oh, and he got into the Man's League by admitting his fandom of this fine entertainment, whose great cultural contribution consists of a four-letter word used way too often by teenagers. Poor Jim. The numbers say I should be able take this one, and it would definitely be a good thing to head into the break with a win. Fingers crossed...
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Week 12 v. Mix Tape Ian
When glass breaks, the cracks move at speeds up to 3,000 miles per hour. Also, the genes of identical twins are not identical. Shocking facts, you say? What about a week with 17 home runs for a team whose best offensive player is Ichiro? Yes, the Five-Ways now have the record for the most home runs hit in a week in this year's Man's League. Incredible, indeed. But one statistic does not a week make! Let's get to the rest of them.
Obviously, the rest of the offense cannot help but be impacted by those home runs. Runs, RBI, and average followed suit as Jermaine Dye fully recovered from a calf twinge to smack three out, score six, hit .500 and knock in seven. My squad's power surge wasn't necessary though, as Ian's crew had a rough week. Except for steals, where he took home the bacon while my 'power hitters' were left licking up the grease.
With the hurlers, things were more closely contested. Huston Street continues to be a fine acquisition, nailing down saves all by himself. And massive kudos to Tim Wakefield, who not only put up a fine fantasy performance, but did so with yours truly in attendance, making sitting outside for three hours in the Georgia heat well worth it. Timmy's work went a long way toward securing ERA, while we can just blame Derek Lowe for the loss in WHIP. Ian managed to snag both wins and K's, but he could have had more if he had believed in Jordan Zimmermann, and his Wisconsin-Stevens Point pedigree. Tsk, tsk, Ian.
Well, it is time to wrap this up. Oh - I didn't add up the score? Yes, it was 6-4 in the end, once again proving that Germans do love David Hasselhoff. Err, rather that one category does not a week make. For my next trick, I will take on Peanut Rico, he of the not-so embarrassing nickname and now famous answering machine. Rico got into the Man's League with his witty Princess Bride reference and his team has been hampered lately by the DL stint of Josh Hamilton, who could be back just in time to ruin my week on Saturday. But he might not be if the Rangers decide to be extra cautious. Fingers crossed...
Obviously, the rest of the offense cannot help but be impacted by those home runs. Runs, RBI, and average followed suit as Jermaine Dye fully recovered from a calf twinge to smack three out, score six, hit .500 and knock in seven. My squad's power surge wasn't necessary though, as Ian's crew had a rough week. Except for steals, where he took home the bacon while my 'power hitters' were left licking up the grease.
With the hurlers, things were more closely contested. Huston Street continues to be a fine acquisition, nailing down saves all by himself. And massive kudos to Tim Wakefield, who not only put up a fine fantasy performance, but did so with yours truly in attendance, making sitting outside for three hours in the Georgia heat well worth it. Timmy's work went a long way toward securing ERA, while we can just blame Derek Lowe for the loss in WHIP. Ian managed to snag both wins and K's, but he could have had more if he had believed in Jordan Zimmermann, and his Wisconsin-Stevens Point pedigree. Tsk, tsk, Ian.
Well, it is time to wrap this up. Oh - I didn't add up the score? Yes, it was 6-4 in the end, once again proving that Germans do love David Hasselhoff. Err, rather that one category does not a week make. For my next trick, I will take on Peanut Rico, he of the not-so embarrassing nickname and now famous answering machine. Rico got into the Man's League with his witty Princess Bride reference and his team has been hampered lately by the DL stint of Josh Hamilton, who could be back just in time to ruin my week on Saturday. But he might not be if the Rangers decide to be extra cautious. Fingers crossed...
Monday, June 22, 2009
Week 11 v. Mr. Mistoffelees
How do you like your eggs? Personally, I enjoy them in most ways that they can be prepared, especially if they are accompanied by bacon, or sausage, or coffee. But there's one egg out there that most people just do not like - the goose egg. For some, it's what happens when your whack your forehead on something solid it shouldn't have made contact with (hardwood floor, wiffle ball bat, Alejandro's elbow, etc.) For others, it is just a fun way to say zero. But why did geese get a bad rap, you ask? I'm not sure of that, but I'm very sure I don't like the egg laid by the Fightin' Five-Ways this past week. No need to run down which categories I won, so let's just analyze the damage.
Fortunately, like most of those bumps on the forehead, this wasn't quite as bad as it looked. Most hitters (term used loosely) did something positive, and when I write something, I mean one thing. Check out Cristian Guzman's .414 average! What about Cody Ross' two late-week home runs? Pedroia stole two bases! Only a couple of guys had truly awful performances, but when you combine those with a lot of mediocre outings you get, um, mediwful? awfocre? Well, whatever you want to call it it wasn't good enough.
The kids from Queen City came closer on the mound than they did in the box. Huston Street came through with a save on Sunday to earn a tie there. Despite only five starts, we managed to stay equal in wins. ERA and WHIP were close and could have been victories. But with Bedard landing on the DL and my foolish decision to trust Bobby Parnell with anything besides baby toys, things did not break our way. In summary, Mr. Mistoffelees put it best in our week-long chat: "I'm getting the feeling looking at these numbers that this could be a very frustrating week for one or both of us." File that one under factually correct, please.
But like most imaginary baseball teams, a new week means a chance to brush off the dirt, re-apply the eye black, and accumulate better stats! This week brings the challenge of Mix Tape Ian, who currently rests comfortably in 2nd place in the Anne Hathaway Division. He's not the only man who ever made a mix tape, but he did share on the podcast the sad tale of how his artistic creation, complete with heart-felt introductions to each song just for his special girl, was played at a party where all of his friends could hear each and every amorous sigh. Yeah, he's got new friends now. His team is good, and even more scarily, they're really strong in the same categories as my squad. This could get ugly, but hopefully not this ugly. Fingers crossed...
Fortunately, like most of those bumps on the forehead, this wasn't quite as bad as it looked. Most hitters (term used loosely) did something positive, and when I write something, I mean one thing. Check out Cristian Guzman's .414 average! What about Cody Ross' two late-week home runs? Pedroia stole two bases! Only a couple of guys had truly awful performances, but when you combine those with a lot of mediocre outings you get, um, mediwful? awfocre? Well, whatever you want to call it it wasn't good enough.
The kids from Queen City came closer on the mound than they did in the box. Huston Street came through with a save on Sunday to earn a tie there. Despite only five starts, we managed to stay equal in wins. ERA and WHIP were close and could have been victories. But with Bedard landing on the DL and my foolish decision to trust Bobby Parnell with anything besides baby toys, things did not break our way. In summary, Mr. Mistoffelees put it best in our week-long chat: "I'm getting the feeling looking at these numbers that this could be a very frustrating week for one or both of us." File that one under factually correct, please.
But like most imaginary baseball teams, a new week means a chance to brush off the dirt, re-apply the eye black, and accumulate better stats! This week brings the challenge of Mix Tape Ian, who currently rests comfortably in 2nd place in the Anne Hathaway Division. He's not the only man who ever made a mix tape, but he did share on the podcast the sad tale of how his artistic creation, complete with heart-felt introductions to each song just for his special girl, was played at a party where all of his friends could hear each and every amorous sigh. Yeah, he's got new friends now. His team is good, and even more scarily, they're really strong in the same categories as my squad. This could get ugly, but hopefully not this ugly. Fingers crossed...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Week 10 v. Bedwetter Brent
"Look what you did to Mr. Bigglesworth!" shouted Kevin Millar from the top of the dugout steps on Sunday, as the Five-Ways celebrated a monster victory. So which part of that was factually correct? The part that fits with a score of 9-1, that's what part. The offense came through big time against a league leader, with 9 different players going yard and all but one contributing a run to the cause. Star points go to Cogs, or Florida Marlins rookie Chris Coghlan, who looked a lot like a real big-league leadoff hitter with 6 runs scored, 2 swipes, and a fresh-from-the-oven .379 average.
On the mound, things weren't quite so pretty. Derek Lowe appeared normal in his first start of the week, but got roughed up on Sunday, nearly costing the team both ERA and WHIP. Fortunately, Brent had even worse luck with his starters at the end of the week. So despite awful numbers in those columns and injury concerns for Bedard & Oswalt, the hurlers did enough to keep control of their ratios. The amazing disappearing closer, Huston Street, showed up as a horse all week long, easily wrapping up saves for the team. The only category lost was strikeouts, which was sacrificed upon Brent's plaintive cry of "Throw me a frickin' bone here!"
What does it all mean? It means third place on the ladder for now. While I am excited for all this success, it can't keep up exactly like this. Later in the season this will be probably the 'hot pocket' put up by the offense. Surely my guys can't keep hitting for power like this, can they? The pitching needs to get better in order for the plan to work. Roy Oswalt, that means YOU. Starting this week, please.
This week, you say? The matchup is Mr. Mistoffelees, a fellow UGA man (a May graduate), who is now famous for doing the not-so-manly thing of dressing like the character from 'Cats' for a Halloween party. I'm hoping he's still local now that I'm in Georgia and the winner can have a beverage purchased for them at a nearby establishment. But I don't want to anger him. If Mr. Bigglesworth is any indication, you don't want to mess with cats who have honorific names. I suppose I will have to update after the week is over, Mr. M has replied electronically, and victory has been achieved. Fingers crossed...
On the mound, things weren't quite so pretty. Derek Lowe appeared normal in his first start of the week, but got roughed up on Sunday, nearly costing the team both ERA and WHIP. Fortunately, Brent had even worse luck with his starters at the end of the week. So despite awful numbers in those columns and injury concerns for Bedard & Oswalt, the hurlers did enough to keep control of their ratios. The amazing disappearing closer, Huston Street, showed up as a horse all week long, easily wrapping up saves for the team. The only category lost was strikeouts, which was sacrificed upon Brent's plaintive cry of "Throw me a frickin' bone here!"
What does it all mean? It means third place on the ladder for now. While I am excited for all this success, it can't keep up exactly like this. Later in the season this will be probably the 'hot pocket' put up by the offense. Surely my guys can't keep hitting for power like this, can they? The pitching needs to get better in order for the plan to work. Roy Oswalt, that means YOU. Starting this week, please.
This week, you say? The matchup is Mr. Mistoffelees, a fellow UGA man (a May graduate), who is now famous for doing the not-so-manly thing of dressing like the character from 'Cats' for a Halloween party. I'm hoping he's still local now that I'm in Georgia and the winner can have a beverage purchased for them at a nearby establishment. But I don't want to anger him. If Mr. Bigglesworth is any indication, you don't want to mess with cats who have honorific names. I suppose I will have to update after the week is over, Mr. M has replied electronically, and victory has been achieved. Fingers crossed...
Week 9 v. Sixteen Brendan
Welcome back, Hiroki Kuroda! A second straight fantastic return from the disabled list highlighted a nice week for the Five-Ways. Mr. Bedard showed up his former teammates with more than 11 innings of quality pitching. That means once again the staff held down ERA & WHIP. Unfortunately Brendan's never-ending stream of crappy pitchers netted him both strikeouts and wins. And all we needed was one lone save to take care of that area. Brendan's been punting saves all season, even if he wasn't trying to (Brandon Morrow, cough, cough).
Woohoo for offense! Apparently the entire fictional clubhouse loves Luke Scott. Since his return, many have awoken from the dead. Andre Ethier finally stopped moping about Manny and hit the baseball again. Steals continues to be a team effort, with waiver-wire heroes like David Murphy contributing. Even Geovany Soto managed to make solid contact once during the week and put the ball out of the park. Did we? Yes, we did. All five offensive categories went to the kids from the Queen City. That makes the final score 8-2.
Now to the biggest news of the week. Or what I thought would be the biggest news. At least until the end of the week. Only Monday evening, I finished a deal to get more saves in the form of Huston Street of the Colorado Rockies. But did he pitch for me this week? um, no. And neither did the outgoing party, Joe Saunders, whom I wisely sat that evening as he got roughed up. That's probably my final deal for a while. I've traded away starting pitching to gain in another area, without weakening the team I was fielding. Thanks to Kuroda's return, I think I actually upgraded my rotation. And as much as I like Saunders, he was a really fair price to pay for a decent closer. I would still like to get more offense somehow, but right now the hitters are hitting.
Speaking of hitters, in week 10 I shall face Bedwetter Brent. That's right, poor Brent had a crush on the girl next door when he was in elementary school. And then there was a family emergency - he had to spend the night at the neighbor's house. And he spent that night in her house IN HER BED. Upon awaking in the morning, he had done more than sleep in that bed. Yep, he had used it as a water closet. So much for the crush. But welcome to the Man's League, Bedwetter Brent! Embarrassing childhood stories now equal comedy gold on the worldwide leader! So ahem, yes, his team is pretty good. He's at 55-30-5, currently second in the Anne Hathaway Division. A tough opponent to be sure, but the Man's League is a wild and wacky place, even for the world of fantasy baseball. That means everyone's got a shot in every week. Fingers crossed...
Woohoo for offense! Apparently the entire fictional clubhouse loves Luke Scott. Since his return, many have awoken from the dead. Andre Ethier finally stopped moping about Manny and hit the baseball again. Steals continues to be a team effort, with waiver-wire heroes like David Murphy contributing. Even Geovany Soto managed to make solid contact once during the week and put the ball out of the park. Did we? Yes, we did. All five offensive categories went to the kids from the Queen City. That makes the final score 8-2.
Now to the biggest news of the week. Or what I thought would be the biggest news. At least until the end of the week. Only Monday evening, I finished a deal to get more saves in the form of Huston Street of the Colorado Rockies. But did he pitch for me this week? um, no. And neither did the outgoing party, Joe Saunders, whom I wisely sat that evening as he got roughed up. That's probably my final deal for a while. I've traded away starting pitching to gain in another area, without weakening the team I was fielding. Thanks to Kuroda's return, I think I actually upgraded my rotation. And as much as I like Saunders, he was a really fair price to pay for a decent closer. I would still like to get more offense somehow, but right now the hitters are hitting.
Speaking of hitters, in week 10 I shall face Bedwetter Brent. That's right, poor Brent had a crush on the girl next door when he was in elementary school. And then there was a family emergency - he had to spend the night at the neighbor's house. And he spent that night in her house IN HER BED. Upon awaking in the morning, he had done more than sleep in that bed. Yep, he had used it as a water closet. So much for the crush. But welcome to the Man's League, Bedwetter Brent! Embarrassing childhood stories now equal comedy gold on the worldwide leader! So ahem, yes, his team is pretty good. He's at 55-30-5, currently second in the Anne Hathaway Division. A tough opponent to be sure, but the Man's League is a wild and wacky place, even for the world of fantasy baseball. That means everyone's got a shot in every week. Fingers crossed...
Week 8 v. Single Thong Joe
Every content producer/publisher eventually has to give in. You know, sacrifice depth, variance, and skillful execution in their reporting in favor of the simpleton either-or format that consumers greedily lap up like Little Leaguers with post-game ice cream. So here goes nothing: your first ever good v. evil Man's League Blog.
Good: Luke Scott went absolutely crazy. Like so crazy Mike Tyson saw the SportsCenter scroll and immediately drove to the nearest tattoo parlor and got a red and purple dragon that extends from his right ear lobe to his left underarm and blows fire all the way across his back, all in the hopes of possibly reclaiming his spot in the pantheon of insanity. When Scott came off the DL, I was pleased to have him back in the lineup. Never did I expect 6 HR, 14 RBI, and .444 average in one week. Wow.
Evil: Despite all of that, I still lost RBI and average. ugh.
Good: Eric Bedard pitched very well in his debut for the Queen City Five-Ways.
Evil: Joe got three beastly pitching performances on Monday from "Lawnmower Man" Zack Greinke, "Big Fat" Livan Hernandez, and "Mad" Max Scherzer. Then he proceeded to bench his other starters the rest of the week. Not only did this allow him to lock in ratio categories like ERA and WHIP, but it also took advantage of my team's inability to strike anyone out. Even in a game against a lineup full of Rob Deers my squad couldn't get more then 7 K's. So I lost ALL pitching categories.
Good: My boys scored a ton of runs - 51 exactly. In fact, this team strength is now in the top three in the entire league. That gives me four very strong categories overall (ERA, WHIP, & W as well).
Evil: All those runs only got me a tie in that category. Sheesh. And now Joe has leaped past me in the Megan Fox Division standings.
In summary, I got beat by a big score this week. But it was much closer than that. I was actually ahead on Sunday afternoon by a score of 5-4-1. Then his offense stepped it up enough to take down my unusually good numbers. A lot of positive signs, but not a lot to show for it.
Hopefully at the end of this first week of June I will have something to show for it, because I face Sixteen Brendan (remember him, my trading buddy?). That means Bedard and Buerhle face their former teams, with both squads really needing a win. What will happen? Wait, that's too open-ended for this format. Ketchup or Mustard? Paper or Plastic? Fingers crossed...
Good: Luke Scott went absolutely crazy. Like so crazy Mike Tyson saw the SportsCenter scroll and immediately drove to the nearest tattoo parlor and got a red and purple dragon that extends from his right ear lobe to his left underarm and blows fire all the way across his back, all in the hopes of possibly reclaiming his spot in the pantheon of insanity. When Scott came off the DL, I was pleased to have him back in the lineup. Never did I expect 6 HR, 14 RBI, and .444 average in one week. Wow.
Evil: Despite all of that, I still lost RBI and average. ugh.
Good: Eric Bedard pitched very well in his debut for the Queen City Five-Ways.
Evil: Joe got three beastly pitching performances on Monday from "Lawnmower Man" Zack Greinke, "Big Fat" Livan Hernandez, and "Mad" Max Scherzer. Then he proceeded to bench his other starters the rest of the week. Not only did this allow him to lock in ratio categories like ERA and WHIP, but it also took advantage of my team's inability to strike anyone out. Even in a game against a lineup full of Rob Deers my squad couldn't get more then 7 K's. So I lost ALL pitching categories.
Good: My boys scored a ton of runs - 51 exactly. In fact, this team strength is now in the top three in the entire league. That gives me four very strong categories overall (ERA, WHIP, & W as well).
Evil: All those runs only got me a tie in that category. Sheesh. And now Joe has leaped past me in the Megan Fox Division standings.
In summary, I got beat by a big score this week. But it was much closer than that. I was actually ahead on Sunday afternoon by a score of 5-4-1. Then his offense stepped it up enough to take down my unusually good numbers. A lot of positive signs, but not a lot to show for it.
Hopefully at the end of this first week of June I will have something to show for it, because I face Sixteen Brendan (remember him, my trading buddy?). That means Bedard and Buerhle face their former teams, with both squads really needing a win. What will happen? Wait, that's too open-ended for this format. Ketchup or Mustard? Paper or Plastic? Fingers crossed...
Week 7 v. Nipple Jeff
With this entry, I will finally be on track again. Expect a regular post on Monday. To start with, it seemed like Nipple Jeff's team would be the weakest I'd faced in a while. He admitted it himself in our chat at the start of the week. Jeff also admitted that rooting against my guys would be rough on him: "this kind of stinks, as I've got a ton of the players on your team, on other fantasy teams....they should come up with a name for that." Well, it looks likes his other teams must have had a nice week for themselves. And for me. For starters, my starting pitching returned to form... and more. Took ERA, WHIP, and wins with awesome numbers, thanks in large part to two great starts from Mark Buehrle, Wakefield, & Lowe and a Joe Saunders shut-out. Tied saves but lost strikeouts. More on Buehrle and strikeouts later.
At the plate, the star was trash-heap pickup Mr. Willy Aybar, whom Jeff owned earlier in the year. Chilly Willy got hot real fast when facing his former team, going six for seventeen with 2 homers, 5 knocked in, and 7 runs scored. Platoon players Kevin Millar, Seth Smith, and David Murphy each had a long ball. This led to victory in the home run and runs categories. My team speed netted me steals, and that was all I needed for a 6-3-1 victory on the week. Still stuck in fourth place in the division and eighth overall, but I was happy to stay there rather than drop again.
The big deal of the week was the trade market - my pitching has been solid, and so I decided to deal from strength. Did I acquire a hitter? I tried to, but in the end I was happy with the deal I made. Sixteen Brendan (whose name should be SEVENTEEN Brendan as that's the actual name of the girl's magazine to which he is addicted) is sitting near the bottom of the standings and had a struggling first rounder in Jimmy Rollins. I also saw he had Mr. Eric Bedard, I player I like but always find the price to be too high. I tried to get them both, and convinced Brendan I was desperate for Bedard, all the while offering solid-producing Dustin Pedroia for Rollins. I ended up getting Bedard for Buerhle. Brendan may get a few more wins out of it, and hopefully I'll get a lot more strikeouts since Bedard has a good K rate (8.95 K per 9 innings) and Buerhle never strikes out anyone. I still may deal pitching away once Hiroki Kuroda comes back and hopefully get some power hitting in return. Somewhat related: Nipple Jeff is also trying to deal away starting pitching, so the market may be crowded. In summary: I'm happy I made a deal, but sad I didn't get Rollins.
In Week 9 I face Single Thong Joe, who got into the league by trying to do something not-so manly and got caught by his girlfriend. That's right, she walked in as he was trying on one of her thongs. She bolted and wouldn't speak to him for over a week. Her dad called Joe and set up a delivery date for her stuff to be handed off to him. Somehow, once she listened to the story of why he was doing such a ridiculous thing (to get into an exclusive ESPN fantasy league), she took him back. Are they still together right now? Will they break up over my approaching victory over Joe? Fingers crossed...
At the plate, the star was trash-heap pickup Mr. Willy Aybar, whom Jeff owned earlier in the year. Chilly Willy got hot real fast when facing his former team, going six for seventeen with 2 homers, 5 knocked in, and 7 runs scored. Platoon players Kevin Millar, Seth Smith, and David Murphy each had a long ball. This led to victory in the home run and runs categories. My team speed netted me steals, and that was all I needed for a 6-3-1 victory on the week. Still stuck in fourth place in the division and eighth overall, but I was happy to stay there rather than drop again.
The big deal of the week was the trade market - my pitching has been solid, and so I decided to deal from strength. Did I acquire a hitter? I tried to, but in the end I was happy with the deal I made. Sixteen Brendan (whose name should be SEVENTEEN Brendan as that's the actual name of the girl's magazine to which he is addicted) is sitting near the bottom of the standings and had a struggling first rounder in Jimmy Rollins. I also saw he had Mr. Eric Bedard, I player I like but always find the price to be too high. I tried to get them both, and convinced Brendan I was desperate for Bedard, all the while offering solid-producing Dustin Pedroia for Rollins. I ended up getting Bedard for Buerhle. Brendan may get a few more wins out of it, and hopefully I'll get a lot more strikeouts since Bedard has a good K rate (8.95 K per 9 innings) and Buerhle never strikes out anyone. I still may deal pitching away once Hiroki Kuroda comes back and hopefully get some power hitting in return. Somewhat related: Nipple Jeff is also trying to deal away starting pitching, so the market may be crowded. In summary: I'm happy I made a deal, but sad I didn't get Rollins.
In Week 9 I face Single Thong Joe, who got into the league by trying to do something not-so manly and got caught by his girlfriend. That's right, she walked in as he was trying on one of her thongs. She bolted and wouldn't speak to him for over a week. Her dad called Joe and set up a delivery date for her stuff to be handed off to him. Somehow, once she listened to the story of why he was doing such a ridiculous thing (to get into an exclusive ESPN fantasy league), she took him back. Are they still together right now? Will they break up over my approaching victory over Joe? Fingers crossed...
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