...to announce that WCS Lending, employer of the Weasel, is now licensed to sell mortgages in the fine state of Pennsylvania.
As you were.
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Showing posts with label Weasel. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
The Pilgrimage
Several times a year, BTE and the Mighty Mullets board a train in Philadelphia to make the obligatory pilgrimage to Mr. League Central.
Mr. League Central is hallowed grounds. Located at 14th Street and Avenue A, it is the storied sight of some the greatest moments in Mr. League history.
Stuy Town, as it is known, ushered in the auction era and continues to chronicle Mr. League auction history as the official archive of “the sheets.”
It is where The Misers stabbed the Mullets in the back like a modern day Brutus.
During the Mr. League VI auction weekend, the first ever official trophy awarding ceremony took place. It was gingerly passed from The Misers to Mama Looch and finally to The Mullets. That was back when BTE still had an asterisk next to his name which has since been moved to the Misers.
Mr. League Central is where "the bet" between Never Won and Mama Looch was executed. It continues today as an inflation adjusted wager that Never Won will never win.
During the Mr. League V auction, Flux introduced the most sophisticated draft/auction algorithm this side of a Bangladesh call center. Today it is known simply as The Matrix (oops, sorry Shawn).
Mr. League Central is where Weasel a/k/a Yom Kippur at Joel’s paved a bold new path on auction bidding by jumping $20 on an injured Amare Stoudamire. Today that theory has morphed into the “introduce-high” approach to auctioning.
Three of Mr. League’s most dedicated competitors live there as keepers. It started with Never Won, then the Misers moved in and now Cardeef calls it home. The three of them, like Knights of the Fantasy Hardwood.
Each trip to Mr. League Central is different, but each always includes Croc Lounge, Super Smash Brothers (Kirby Laugh), yelling and fantasy basketball.
And, most importantly, a shitload of stat tracker.
Five days until the pilgrimage.
Roll Mullets.
Mr. League Central is hallowed grounds. Located at 14th Street and Avenue A, it is the storied sight of some the greatest moments in Mr. League history.
Stuy Town, as it is known, ushered in the auction era and continues to chronicle Mr. League auction history as the official archive of “the sheets.”
It is where The Misers stabbed the Mullets in the back like a modern day Brutus.
During the Mr. League VI auction weekend, the first ever official trophy awarding ceremony took place. It was gingerly passed from The Misers to Mama Looch and finally to The Mullets. That was back when BTE still had an asterisk next to his name which has since been moved to the Misers.
Mr. League Central is where "the bet" between Never Won and Mama Looch was executed. It continues today as an inflation adjusted wager that Never Won will never win.
During the Mr. League V auction, Flux introduced the most sophisticated draft/auction algorithm this side of a Bangladesh call center. Today it is known simply as The Matrix (oops, sorry Shawn).
Mr. League Central is where Weasel a/k/a Yom Kippur at Joel’s paved a bold new path on auction bidding by jumping $20 on an injured Amare Stoudamire. Today that theory has morphed into the “introduce-high” approach to auctioning.
Three of Mr. League’s most dedicated competitors live there as keepers. It started with Never Won, then the Misers moved in and now Cardeef calls it home. The three of them, like Knights of the Fantasy Hardwood.
Each trip to Mr. League Central is different, but each always includes Croc Lounge, Super Smash Brothers (Kirby Laugh), yelling and fantasy basketball.
And, most importantly, a shitload of stat tracker.
Five days until the pilgrimage.
Roll Mullets.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
When is 17-8-6 not 17-8-6?
When you don't set your lineup correctly and David West is on your bench.
One of my biggest pet peeves in fantasy is not setting your lineup. Two or three times a year someone will "forget" to set their lineup and it irks the hell out of me.
Tonight though was different. Tonight was apathy and a general disinterest in ever being truly successful at fantasy basketball. It was a real amateur move. Ladies and gentlemen, the Weasel!
Allow me to explain. Early this week the reports out of New Orleans were that West was at best questionable for tonight's game. The Weasel though should have just benched Ron Artest -- seven game suspension to start the season -- and put West in. He had nothing to lose; we play daily transactions.
On the one hand I don't mind. I happen to be playing the Weasel this week. On the other hand general apathy can potentially destroy the delicate competitive balance we have in Best League Ever.
Unfortunately, the Weasel doesn't really care:
NeverWon: what the hell are you doing with your lineup
Weasel: what are you talking about
NeverWon: david west
Weasel: thought he wasnt playing
Weasel: you cant fault that
NeverWon: even so
NeverWon: why would you not put him in artest's spot
Weasel: ron artest
NeverWon: makes no sense
Weasel: forgot
NeverWon: disappointing
Weasel: oh well
Like The Misers say:
TheMISERS: i mean its disgusting
TheMISERS: it has to be a complete call out
TheMISERS: how hes not even close to our level
TheMISERS: and that football is a different game
One of my biggest pet peeves in fantasy is not setting your lineup. Two or three times a year someone will "forget" to set their lineup and it irks the hell out of me.
Tonight though was different. Tonight was apathy and a general disinterest in ever being truly successful at fantasy basketball. It was a real amateur move. Ladies and gentlemen, the Weasel!
Allow me to explain. Early this week the reports out of New Orleans were that West was at best questionable for tonight's game. The Weasel though should have just benched Ron Artest -- seven game suspension to start the season -- and put West in. He had nothing to lose; we play daily transactions.
On the one hand I don't mind. I happen to be playing the Weasel this week. On the other hand general apathy can potentially destroy the delicate competitive balance we have in Best League Ever.
Unfortunately, the Weasel doesn't really care:
NeverWon: what the hell are you doing with your lineup
Weasel: what are you talking about
NeverWon: david west
Weasel: thought he wasnt playing
Weasel: you cant fault that
NeverWon: even so
NeverWon: why would you not put him in artest's spot
Weasel: ron artest
NeverWon: makes no sense
Weasel: forgot
NeverWon: disappointing
Weasel: oh well
Like The Misers say:
TheMISERS: i mean its disgusting
TheMISERS: it has to be a complete call out
TheMISERS: how hes not even close to our level
TheMISERS: and that football is a different game
Monday, October 29, 2007
Weasel is Freud, Freud is Weasel
In fact, the Weasel once had a team named Penis Envy.
Who better than the creator of the "Early Week Reverse Psychology Email" (the Weasel) to kick off the new season with one?
There's a fine art in being able to send the same email to your opponents week after week yet still be entertaining. Weasel, you've mastered that art.
The Weasel: Congrats on your week one victory [Editor's Note: Week 1 starts TOMORROW]...every single one of my guys is injured...I won’t argue this, the week is over
NeverWon: Weasel, I understand your team is injured. Have you LOOKED AT MY LINEUP I HAVE NO GAMES!
TheWeasel: Don’t you dare fucking raise your voice. You win.
And so it goes. Man am I excited for the season!
Who better than the creator of the "Early Week Reverse Psychology Email" (the Weasel) to kick off the new season with one?
There's a fine art in being able to send the same email to your opponents week after week yet still be entertaining. Weasel, you've mastered that art.
The Weasel: Congrats on your week one victory [Editor's Note: Week 1 starts TOMORROW]...every single one of my guys is injured...I won’t argue this, the week is over
NeverWon: Weasel, I understand your team is injured. Have you LOOKED AT MY LINEUP I HAVE NO GAMES!
TheWeasel: Don’t you dare fucking raise your voice. You win.
And so it goes. Man am I excited for the season!
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