Well, I almost had a shot at the money this year in FFL. I was pretty sure I was going to get my ass kicked this weekend, as my running game has been, well… suspect (a nice way to say “craptacular”). Mike beat me by a point, and it would’ve been nice to see Hines have an average day, but it just wasn’t to be.
Strangely, I’m dissapointed. This is the first year I had made the playoffs since our inaugral season in the late nineties, and it would’ve been nice to at least have a shot at some cash. Ah well, next year.