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I already have some trash talk all ready to go for Wednesday night...

ANd the chance my wife and/or kids will come upstairs is... near 99%...

Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah

Son of a bitch. You know YOU drew my name to pick 9th in our draft, right?

I always end up with Kevin freaking Jones.


You know, there's a million fine-looking women in the world, but they don't all bring you dinner and two beers during the draft, most of them just cheat on you.


No way is it this time of year again. What the hell is going on here?!


Wait, draft NIGHT? As in the singular - one night? You're only in one fantasy football league?

Geez, your wife is lucky. I'll leave it at that.


Hey I found your blog through Cynical Dad, and this post is hilarious! Last year, when I was 10 days overdue delivering our daughter, my husband was getting REALLY nervous because her birth was getting dangerously close to the draft -- and I don't think he wanted to make that decision.

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