Sometimes, life is stressful. It isn’t always tailgating parties and Daisy Dukes like Morgan Wallen sings about. Most of the time, going through a day makes me realize a lot of music is just pandering bull crap. It feels more like Hank Williams Sr. and his crushing, heartache-laced blues. Bills are piling up, and my
“Dirty Ernie” finally kicked the bucket. Ernest Hubbard was my mom’s dad and had one hell of a biography to tell. Ernie lived to the ripe age of 87 and filled those years from Shawnee, Oklahoma, to Northern California with every story and trinket imaginable. He was the ultimate girl dad, though his four daughters
Being a fantasy manager this season has tested patience and maneuverability. I have always, and will always, preach fluidity as a fantasy football team owner, and these first four weeks of football highlight why. You're dead in the water if you refuse to move and shift gears in a landscape like this. Don’t be that guy.
Football is known to be a game of inches. As we inch closer to NFL Week 3 action and the end of the season, we learn more about these teams and how we need to alter our expectations for certain fantasy football players in 2024. Is Jaxon-Smith Njigba’s Week 2 performance just a fluke? Could
Believing in New York to pull off the unlikely victory in Week 1 was most definitely not my finest moment of the week, but I did also advise others to be cautious about the small likelihood of that. I can't beat myself too much over believing in the Giants, as Wan'Dale Robinson did deliver in Week 1's predictions via "Storyline, Storytime."
Should I give out bad advice, I’m not really the sentimental type. Being apologetic for failing to predict the future seems disingenuous, anyway. The fine folks at Optimus want me to contribute the stuff that spills from my eyes, ears, and nose, so this column will put just that at your fingertips. Should it aid you in a redraft or dynasty league victory, or even a DFS lineup, that’s cool beans. I aim to win in an entertaining way, so they don’t ever sack me for being boring. Bring on the rush, I’ll stand tall (or scramble) the only way I know: with pizzazz.
