On Wednesday, while Ned was in DC, I drafted our Fantasy Football team with friends in Vicksburg. They had arranged to take over the sports bar, and we had the computers hooked up to the overhead projectors, with ample beer on the table and even a basket or two of chicken wings. The whole scene was very intimidating. My first round draft pick was the first to elicit groans (yeah, I got a Manning), and we were thoroughly pounded in our first week of play, but at least I'm not the owner of a broken Tom Brady or a whiny Brett Favre.In other football news, the Irish are in for a long season. See the lackluster recap from Saturday's game here.
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