shenanigans
Well, well.... It looks like certain Voxers are less than amused with our disparaging remarks about the Washington Racists yesterday, and are determined to exact revenge in a most juvenile manner. Let's recap: the fantasy football team managed by us is the Toledo Maroons. Dabysan manages the Fluffy Bunnies and is also the most unscrupulous commissioner in the history of fantasy football. (Cappy is the brain-trust responsible for perennial cellar-dweller Manulio's 'Lectro P-awn, but he's not relevant to this particular discussion.)
The mighty Maroons - who are defending their Just Us League Championship - have had an off year. They've been plagued by injuries early and started slowly. But they're on a three-game winning streak and hope to climb back into the playoff picture. The Bunnies - on the other hand - are reeling. They've lost approximately ten straight games because their owner is a jackass who doesn't know the first thing about football. But apparently he's got somebody feeding him information, because he does seem to know enough to block waiver wire selections that aren't to his advantage. Why the first choice on this week's waiver wire was not granted to the team by which he was first selected may never be known. But it's awfully fishy that the very same player wound up on the roster of the league commissioner. Very fishy, indeed.
And wouldn't you know our consolation prize would be a Washington ***skin. We'd be tempted to drop him tomorrow if he wasn't the best player on that sorry franchise. Oh, and lest you think this is an isolated incident, Dabysan has already attempted to weasel out of certain aspects of our wager on the outcome of last Monday's game. This shameful chicanery is almost enough to convince us to re-evaluate our position and support Jodi in the 52P52W Challenge. Almost.
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Regarding the wager, I have every intention of fulfilling all the conditions to which I agreed.
Knowing that you would, in the event of your victory, probably try to "pull a Hotrod" and add conditions to the deal after the fact, I saved a copy of our conversation codifying the agreement. I will happily publish same at the time of your choosing.
To sum up: You're wrong. About everything. As always.
This whole episode stinks. Looks like I will be shopping around for a new fantasy football league in the offseason.
You mentioned earlier that your hands were tied - you couldn't make things right because then you'd lose you second choice and that would be unfair. So that means your second slot was Chris Cooley, Tyler Thigpen, or John Kasay. I doubt very much it was John Kasay. It might have been Thigpen, but that would be moot because you wouldn't have got him anyway. Which leaves Cooley. So you can have Cooley. I'll trade him. For Moore. Which is the way this all should have worked out anyway - you know, in an honest world where fantasy football players can trust their commissioner not to abuse their power for personal gain.
You know full well that if the same thing happened in a way that favored you, there's no chance you would let the player go.
Because of your constant griping I may -- despite my unalienable right to keep Moore -- possibly consider releasing him outright back into the Waiver pool for next week. But I'm not just going to give him to you.
Although, the best way to smooth this over is to appoint the owner of the Giant Rodents to the commissioner's position next year.
Point being: if you win the JUL Championship and don't want a ticket to Iron Maiden, don't plan on ever seeing your money.
The hypocrisy abounds, the mind reels, and the stomach turns. If you want, I'll let you know what league I join next year.
I have not used my commissioner access since I approved a trade earlier this year. He knows this.
He is the victim of his own towering ignorance, and nothing else.
If he wants to leave the league, good riddance. I can find another basement dweller for your division.