Greetings earthlings (who are also fantasy football players), it is me, Sky. You might remember me from such hits as ‘Deep League Thoughts’ and ‘Under the Greydar’ from the baseball side of things here at Razzball as Oregon Nut Cups. If you don’t, it’s because you don’t read that part of the site and I strongly suggest you do; Grey & Rudy really know their shizz. But I understand, baseball isn’t your passion it’s football. For you, that pigskin is the cat’s pajamas or meow or whatever you youngins say nowadays about cats (the cat’s nyan?). While those guys are looking at April buys and sells, you’re the one who doesn’t leave his house for three days as you comb over the draft results for each respective team, trying to get a leg up on the coming season. I know who you are because I’ve smelled you. You do realize the draft happens at a certain time of day, right? You CAN take intermittent showers. Anywho, I’m here for you, fantasy gridiron warriors as will my writing posse so feel free to go bathe yourself. Heck, we might even wash you down with a falafel like we’re Bill O’Reilly if you’re having a hard time reaching certain places. We like you that much which is to say, a little too much at times.
As you read this, I’m sure you’ve come to realize the great and venerable Doc is riding into the tuberculosis sunset. As a former reader of his content, I realize I have some big cowboy boots to fill and plan to do so in a way that only a person who would call themselves Oregon Nut Cups can. There have been great stories about him here at Razzball over the years. I once heard he consumed the English with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse. Not that that was useful in his ability to help your team win but I bring you this Braveheart quote so I can say that you have read with the Doc, NOW READ WITH ME! Welcome to Fantasy Football 2012, y’all!