Well, I'm losing by 131 points and it would take the miracle of miracles - something along the lines of virgins giving births to babies - for me to win this game on the last day. Somehow, I don't think it will happen, so plaw, let me be the first to congratulate you on your win this first half. You picked your players like fine wine (I picked my players like fine whine ), you picked your coaches to win as if you had $500 riding on it (and at times you did ), and most importantly, you kept the energy up in this place, feeding our group basketball-sized pieces of Levitra. Seriously though, you're doing a great job as a commish and I look forward to beating you in the second half!

With me finishing in second place and in effect, finishing as the "first loser," I want to congratulate all my fellow losers out there. For inspiration, I want to leave you with these tidbits. Take them to heart!

(Crabby might disagree with this, but...)
Unknown - It's not the size of the boat. It's the motion in the ocean.

Don Vito - And that by chance if an honest man such as yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.

Frank the Tank (Old School) - Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?