I was born a poor black child. I remember the days, sittin' on the porch with my family, singin' and dancin' down in Mississippi where I learned the three rules of life: Lord loves a workin' man; don't trust whitey; see a doctor and get rid of it.
Just when I thought that it couldn’t get any worse, you people (yes, I’m calling you, “you people”) turn in a CYST performance that makes the Cleveland Browns look like a Super Bowl champion. A grand total of one point, ONE DAMN POINT, was awarded this past week. Glove is the only one who can somewhat hold his head up high…well, not too high because of his handicap, but still. Oh, let’s just get on with it…
WEEK THIRTEEN WRAP UP
Your New Dad, 49, TB@SD
(Congrats, you’re not a total loser like the rest of us)
Margin of victory:
Your New Dad: 8
Big Deal: 2
TO THE PICKS!
If you would like to have your name forever enshrined in the vast expanse that is the internet, simply call your shot in the official FYS Spreadsheet. You can find it at the link below. Good luck internet friends, and see you next week for another edition of CYST!!!!!