by NEILKAHN » Tue Dec 27, 2005 3:46 am
I fell asleep in front of the fireplace, a purring cat on my lap confident that my evening's machinations had left me in good shape for the combat to take place as my 18 teams took to the field. However, when I awoke at 2 AM, I was shocked to find that my teams had gone a collective 3-18. Next, I did the only sensible, logical thing. Instead of going to bed and waiting until the morning to review the carnage, I moved from the laptop to the desktop in hopes that the results there would be better. They were not. Then, like a moth drawn to the flame, or, perhaps more accurately, like a rubber necker slowing down to look for blood at a traffic accident, I followed the results as they came in for the next couple hours. Final damage, 22 wins, and 32 losses. I have had worse.