Win Lose Situation

Win: Me. When you play an eight-game season, every game counts. Team FAT 1 (free agent team #1), a band of misfits of varying levels of talent, skill, athleticism, and assholicism, seemed destined for mediocrity. Each game was a challenge, nay, a struggle. Other teams were faster and stronger, yet we came out on top in every game I played. Yes, I took a few off, but it was all in good judgement. I was fresh for the playoffs. And in those playoffs, we won, and we won again. And we were champions.

Lose: Unfortunately, those playoffs were delayed a months by the blizzard of '09. The four-team tournament was played on January 4th, which I can tell you is no longer "fall". This was falls cold, stupid brother, winter. And if I've ever been more cold I can't tell you when. 35 mph winds and temperatures in the teens are not things that I would associate with warmth. So as you can now see, although I have the hardware to prove I'm a winner, I also have the face, to show I'm a loser.

Happiness? Or pain?

That is a good looking dude.