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Wednesday, December 9, 2015

MMFB PART 2



Vol. No. 8

Here we go. I apologize for the day delay in between MMFB’s, but I’ve been trying to obtain a copy of Dfern singing karaoke to “Medium Pace” Saturday night at The Bar. All I was able to find was a still photo of the exact moment he yelled, “SEE THAT SHAMPOO BOTTLE NOW STICK IT UP MY ASS!”
 

The bearded bouncer perked his ears up and turned around to see what the hell was going on at that point only to see he was singing and acting out the lyrics.

Anyways, where was I. Ah yes, celebrating the Elite 8 that is the Machucando Playoffs. All year long, these gentlemen scratched and clawed their way, living 0.1 to 0.1. The Fantasy Gods laid blessings upon blessings on them allowing them all to have the opportunity to make a run at the brand new Machu Trophy. I was originally going to break down and give everyone an individual salute, not to be mistaken for the signature Rubz beej, but that time will come when I publish the annual Machu Hall of Champions Edition at the start of Machu Bowl Week. 

So without further or do, let’s look at the matchups you’ve been staring at for the past 3 days:

1/ Don Pan vs 8/ Blooching: Both these guys have experienced a miserable fall when it comes to actual football, but both are cheesing harder than Fuller after visiting the World of Coca Cola Factory in Atlanta. Don Pan’s team has cruised rather comfortably for most of the season and cemented his spot at the top when he lifted Gronk off the Suckdown for pennies on the dollar. His approach reads like a DJ Khaled Snapchat, but he’s sporting some different pillows.


Meanwhile, Bloochin has to be celebrating ala his namesake. A long time Machu pipe line and after thought off the field, the kid finally broke through to the playoffs in a shorter amount of time than it’s taken UM to reach Charlotte. His approach reads like a DJ Khaled Snapchat as well.


Regarding their matchup, I see nothing on paper to keep me from going with the Don in this one. 

2/ Sgt. Mafiol vs. 7/ Beard Papa- Another pair of high risers through the fall get an extra hard pat on the back from the Chief for their season long exploits. Rubens rise from Machu target Number 1, to Machu laughing stock, to Machu pretender turned Machu steadyhand has been quite remarkable. It feels like just yesterday we kicked him out of the league for similarly living a Medium Pace / Cyndi Lauper Girls just wanna have fun life, but his 180 has cemented him with the karma and fantasy gods alike. His team has followed his life style…out of control, high ceiling and plenty of dabbing. But the playoffs are here, and I fear what a cool down could do.

Davey’s fall has also been a rollercoaster. The first of two baby bros to take a knee on life this year, he’s now placed his roots in the grove and has somehow managed to breathe life into some crustily old haunts. If you want a PBR and to wail Living on a Prayer at the top of your lungs on a Friday at 7 pm, Davey in an all denim jacket in the corner of Cuda’s is your guy. What a visual. Sorry, lost my train of thought. 

This matchup had all the makings of a 12 / 5 upset special, but Ingram’s shoulder could be the key here as he may not have the Saratoga horses to overcome the loss of Fantasy’s No. 3 RB.

3/ Darryl Strawberry vs. 6/ Bank- The Machu gods had it in for these two on this one of our league’s biggest historic rivalries get ready for a first round throwdown. Al’s strong standing going into the playoffs makes perfect sense because he has not seen the light of day, a trago, droga or non computerized Brazzer boob for the past several months. His spare bedroom is a glorified jack shack turned Fantasy war room with enough projections, analysis and computer models to make Matthew Berry look like an overly chiefed Andres at his first auction. Tannehill! $20 dollars! Oh ya daddo!!!!

Meanwhile in Bank ville, Smitty has been fighting his playoff life with a bigger gusto than fighting for his real life. He dug out from an 0-4 start aka battled Rubz in Rubz gate. He went on a torrid hot streak aka opted out of Twisted Theater I at Treehouse (deranged clown laugh, mid steak and egg bite). He cooled off a bit aka weathered through the annual Smitty-Turkey day sickness and now he’s ready to pile on the points and do some damage aka Killed it at Kramer’s with the boot scoot boogie and has his egg nog poured up into Clark Griswold’s Moose Cup. There’s a lot of point potential on both these teams, but I have to go with the slightly hotter hand in Smitty for this first round matchup.

4/ Sunday Suckdown vs. 5/ KC Chiefs- A clash of the East Kendall Block Kings as the respective Q4 MVP goes head to head with the Q1 MVP. Richie’s roller coaster of a fall has been well documented. An exemplary family man left all too often to his own devices on Saturdays, he has no choice but to roll the fun over into the wee hours up through Sunday. He has yet to stabilize, choosing instead to equalize, which I can firmly say is a good thing. Except for a few hiccups here and there

 and here and there again


Down the block is yours truly aka the plug. My fantastic fall has rolled right in line with the previous stories. I’ve clashed heads. I’ve kept calm. I’ve eaten, though some may disagree, and now I’m ready to keep the good times going. 

Did you know in the two year’s we’ve battled, I’ve never beaten Little Richie? No wonder I’m always up to lead the charge in kicking him out of the league! Will the legendary Machu King Chief’s Chiefs, back in the playoff picture, be able to snap that streak?



KC CHIEFS

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