In a tragic turn of events,
The Bad Newz Kennel's reign came to a sudden and tragic end yesterday. No, I'm not talking about Michael Vick's after-hours canine jamboree. I'm talking about my Fantasy Football team, which had persevered through a frustratingly streaky second-half of the year to somehow wind up in first place going into the fantasy playoffs. Alas, thanks to Dallas Clark and Chad Johnson's underwhelming performances, my team came up six points short, forcing me to lose to the eighth seed. THE EIGHTH SEED!!! Thus, I have been unceremoniously booted from the playoffs like an unwanted vagabond, effectively ending what had appeared to be my most promising shot at the fantasy football crown ever. I will now be entering a period of mourning, which will then be followed by self-pitying, and subsequently a forty-five minute block of general lamentation.
My roster of failure after the jump...
