“In these matters the only certainty is that nothing is certain.”
Pliny the Elder (23 AD - 79 AD)

I have some inner conflict and turmoil going on. I’m trying to make up my mind as to how I feel. You see folks, with football season all a swinging I have two interests. One is the Ravens and the other is The Abattoir, my fantasy football team. One had a resounding victory while the other had a close loss. I would have won had I used my other kicker, but instead I lost by 1.32 points. I don’t know if I can qualify that as points (plural). All because of the Raiders inability to get within field goal range. I knew the Raiders would suck. I catually figured that they wouldn’t get a touchdown and that’s why I used their kicker. I never thought they couldn’t even get within spitting distance of the endzone. Meanwhile my other kicker scored seven points. A healthy margin that would have lifted my past my opponent. Usually when my team wins or loses it directly effects my mood for the week. So naturally it’s hard to know how to feel when the Ravens put a 27-0 whalloping (yes I said whalloping) on the Bucs. Starting the season off right in the place where they won a championship. Everything clicked for them. So they won , but I lost. Everything went well for them, one thing went bad for me. It seems fitting that the last two active players me and my opponent had were playing in the last game of the week against each other. Fantasy football is my new addiction. Too bad I have Delhomme and Bledsoe (you scrub). I vow to all that read this that I will not give up. I will fight on the sidelines, between the hashmarks and in the endzone. For now I need a moment to sort out my feelings.