Volume 1. No. 1
Pretty shnazzy huh? It's a work in progress, but for now, rest your tired peepers on the new home of the MMFB. First, I'd like to give a little love to Rubz. This blog name and creation was our idea and I had this set up for a bit and figured this would be a good way to soft launch. I moved to this format because yahoo sucks and I feel the league deserves the best so we will see how this goes.
3 days away from one of the most anticipated days of the year. This day is up there with National Signing Day, NFL Draft and January 1 Bowl Games under Man Holidays I live for. It's been exactly one month since my first post, but believe me, I've been hovering every day on the boards. I figured I'd take the Davey route and just sit with my thumbs up my ass for 30 days. It was excruciating to hold back, but in retrospect it was for the best seeing as how there'd be a charred carcass or two in my wake. Overall, I'm glad to be back in the fold here. So without further or do MOTHERFUCKERS, allow THE CHIEF and MMFB to walk in to your hearts the only way I CAN....
(Andres in red shirt at :25 second mark, Rubz in yellow shirt shitting his pants at :27, Kebron in blue at :28)
THE CHIEF IS BACK. YES IN-FUCKIN-DEED AND NOT A DAY LATER.
One more webgem on ESPN and I was going to blow my guts out, but with the debut of the MMFB and last nights geeza hall of fame game, football is upon us and with that, the Machucando draft and the return of chase for the title belt.
The MMFB definitely wants to take a few seconds to give some love too...
-Commish: You are king of pulvering pussy and a fantasy master. TEAR IT UP THIS YEAR.
-Davey: Ah, 1/3 la sagrada familia. You are about as welcome in my apartment as the roaches living in Kebron's stank bathroom. GO UNDEFEATED THIS YEAR.
-Smitty, Canelas-: When I grow up, I want to be like you guys. Smooth moves, savy cats, men amongst boys.
-Lou: This is your year dawg. Do it real big, bigger then you've ever done it.
-K-Breeze: I see you shining in that new SILVER WHIP. Even if your in a Machucando slump, this year, I hope you thrash my team baby bro!
-Jav: Your mustache is a lady killer. Panties shoot off chicks like a bullet out of a nerf gun when you walk in the room. Go 17-0 and moonwalk over my team.
-Andres: You are honestly packing a 10-incher in those Bama jersey shorts. (Note: If you OR steveo ever see 3 pennies from Ruben, I will be amazed? Amazed is an understatement. If you see 1 dollar, it will be a victory for mankind comprable to Armageddon's meteor blowing up. American flags will be unfurled, children will run in the streets with toy space ships in their red radio flyer wagons, women will weep. It will be monumental.)
*End of mocking beej session. Perhaps my favorite part of the giving props to everyone in this league except me is the fact that Dinero was the only guy COMPLETELY left out sl. Dinero, you are a sack of monkey shit.
I was honestly going to use this MMFB to drop an atomic bomb on Rubz, but well, I settled down. Then the boards happend and the renegade theory of me being a lone wolf wielding a torch was shot dead by the other, many, disgruntled members of the league. (I count 5-6, good thing this didnt go to vote partna.) We had squashed our beef in private, then you go out and call me out?.....sick part is, I liked it on a fantasy level. It was fantasy David (never finished higher then 7th in your career) hurling a pebble at fantasy Goliath (E. Trophy Case), and believe you me, I am a God King in this bitch with more Persian in me then Xerxes himself. In your introductory post you claim to be 500 percent committed this year (while publically backing out of draft 4 lines later?) so lets see it with your wheeling and deeling post Boss-disaster. We are all waiting for him to draft Ricky Watters in the 3rd round so the laughs will be heard from the Hollanade to whatever bed of palm fronds you will be laying on.
I didn't take anything personal other then the incessant crying or accusations. You assumed I "kept" talked about you in Vegas because of Al's text. So to be abundantly clear on the public record, 1. DOOD brought it up in a 10 minute cab ride convo and 2. Al fired that off on his own. Trust me, we ALL had better things to do in Vegas then cook your shitty grits. You and me had our talk, the Don gave you his blessing and then you go and slam me and make me out to be THEE bad guy of Machucando. Amazinly soft to that point I dub you EL MERENGUITO for the rest of the year. You are one my oldest, best and truest friends and I want it to stay like that, so lets drop a sack here, be cool and drop your Eric is a hothead bad mouth meanie routine before I have Dirty photoshop a picture of you as Mother Teresa.
Moving on to D-Fluke. In my intro post, I saluted you as champion and your run last year cements you next to Al as the only people I have respect for in this league. I will give you props till the Arnold end of days, BUT don't let your gold get it twisted as it did in your pounding your chest at the NYC werewolf then retreating in the subsequent post. If Machucando was major league baseball, your ass is the Tampa Bay Devil Rays. Your career and history stinks worse then my nuts do and every one on here knows about it (your history, not my stinky nuts). So wear the belt, rock it proudly and again mucho props on your victory, but the only target bigger then the one on my back is now the one on yours.
When the games start getting fired up, I will be unveiling more and more features on here. Some polls, pictures, youtubes, weekly segments, comments/feedback are always welcome and so on. If you escaped this MMFB Primer fricasse unscathed, just know it is only a matter of time (I see you Cohiba, Al) before we bump heads, buy hopefully you guys don't dub me a raging monstro.
I look forward to see all of you on draft night. I will be readier then all of you, flashier then all of you and ashier then all of you. Outro video for my Vegas Fab 5 cats: The Greaser, The Deucer, The Bank and EL CONEJO.
GET OFF YOUR DESK AL.
-THE CHIEF
2007 League Champion
*Know your role. Chief that Bowl. Do your job.*
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