Rebound Relationship.

She's back in my life. I thought I had lost you, that you left me for another, but now it looks like you've come back. You sent me a text a few weeks ago, we had a little chat then. Then the next day you called me and we talked for a hour or so, caught up on the old times, and even made plans for coffee the next week. Then the next week came, we met, hugged, shared a quick kiss, and sat down and laughed and re-lived old times.

Then, we re-signed our own free agents then the open market hit and we started calling agents, getting in contact with the players, and spending tons of money on free agents. It's so good to have you back my love, the NFL. I mean, your parents finally settled back down and your mind is clear.

Football is back and I know I'm a few weeks or days late on writing this, but I have a problem writing articles about sports because it hits a targeted audience and maybe some people will ignore this post once they read the letters "NFL" and they won't get to read me type "I apparently sleeptalk in addition to my sleepwalking. I just never shut up. Also, I enjoy watching Gossip Girl on occasion."

Damn, aren't you happy that you kept reading and got to see all that? You guys are lucky. And those of you who have the stunning privilege to know me personally, are even luckier. If you want to know me personally, it comes with a prize, the regret of the fact that you know me. It's a big prize, cuz there's a lot of regret. Like, shit tons of regret. If I go out with my friends, I have those guys you see at the circus running behind the elephants to shovel up the poop following us to scoop regret., it's expensive but worth it. Less embarrassing for them, the shit-scoopers, and more embarrassing for my friends.

So what was I talking about? Oh yeah, the NFL. Lockouts over biatches. Football is pouring back into the news, I'm glued to my phone talking with guys from high school about who we wanna sign to the Skins, who we wanna cut, where the big names went, and of course taking cheap shots on the Iggles, Cowgirls, and G-Men.

I HATE THE EAGLES.

So yeah, got that out of my system. But until September 11th comes around this year and Giants/Redskins kicks off, there's one thing that I get to obsess over besides chasing women and my meth lab, that one thing is the 1615 League. The first season of our annual (hopefully) months of trash talk, betting, beer buying, and trophy awarding.

So yeah, I mostly wrote this to get back into the blogging saddle (I hope) and too kinda vent some of the energy I have cuz I'm waiting for fantasy to start. There will be pictures and more to come on 1615 League.