Thursday, August 31, 2006
And this one time, back in training camp ...
Did you hear that Chris Simms and some coach have each other's names tattoo'd on their legs? Not quite as shocking as Willow playing the flute, but a bit ... unsavory.
What up, peeps? I officially welcome you to the inaugural best-method-I-could-think-of-to-pimp-my-Web-site-and-not-spend-a-shiny-nickel: The.Fantasy.Sports.Blog. Remember the dots. They're important.
A word about the purpose: I'm Ron, a young dude from Detroit trying to put a kid through college in two years. I also (all caps, underscore) hate working a (quote-unquote) job. So, I decided long ago that I would never work for anyone again. Instead, I became a writer ... which took me about as far from work as humanly possible without changing my last name to Hilton.
Well, a funny thing happened with that. Writing led me on the road to entrepreneurship which led me here. If you care about such things, you can go to my Yahoo! 360 page - http://360.yahoo.com/hunintheraven - which chronicles my travails as a young me. And yeah, I'm updatin' it. (If you read it, you'll probably figure out why I've been away so long.) But anyway, the point is that I decided that I would spend the rest of my working life doing Lifestyle Labor, i.e., integrating my career(s) and my life so that I spend my time living as I choose to and getting paid for it. (I said I hated working A JOB, not working; I put in about 10-14 hours on an average day.)
That, in turn, led me to create www.FantasyChampionNetwork.com because I love fantasy sports and I'm the fraggin' fantasy football/baseball/basketball MACK. Check my profile (http://profiles.sports.yahoo.com/hunintheraven); even with my attention divided, I lay suckas down like a porn star with narcolepsy. Believe it. I'm the realest. I will pwn U, n00b. All your fantasy draft are belong to us --
What was I talkin' about? Right. Fantasy sports. So, look: my hope is that you will come here from time to time, peruse my innane ramblings, and take a shot at joining one of my leagues. Actually, I'm hoping you'll come here every few minutes and buy all my crap, but, y'know, baby steps.
Anyway, that's the jump-off. Get thee to a commentary. I'll catch ya on the flip.
Your friendly neighborhood R-Dog
What up, peeps? I officially welcome you to the inaugural best-method-I-could-think-of-to-pimp-my-Web-site-and-not-spend-a-shiny-nickel: The.Fantasy.Sports.Blog. Remember the dots. They're important.
A word about the purpose: I'm Ron, a young dude from Detroit trying to put a kid through college in two years. I also (all caps, underscore) hate working a (quote-unquote) job. So, I decided long ago that I would never work for anyone again. Instead, I became a writer ... which took me about as far from work as humanly possible without changing my last name to Hilton.
Well, a funny thing happened with that. Writing led me on the road to entrepreneurship which led me here. If you care about such things, you can go to my Yahoo! 360 page - http://360.yahoo.com/hunintheraven - which chronicles my travails as a young me. And yeah, I'm updatin' it. (If you read it, you'll probably figure out why I've been away so long.) But anyway, the point is that I decided that I would spend the rest of my working life doing Lifestyle Labor, i.e., integrating my career(s) and my life so that I spend my time living as I choose to and getting paid for it. (I said I hated working A JOB, not working; I put in about 10-14 hours on an average day.)
That, in turn, led me to create www.FantasyChampionNetwork.com because I love fantasy sports and I'm the fraggin' fantasy football/baseball/basketball MACK. Check my profile (http://profiles.sports.yahoo.com/hunintheraven); even with my attention divided, I lay suckas down like a porn star with narcolepsy. Believe it. I'm the realest. I will pwn U, n00b. All your fantasy draft are belong to us --
What was I talkin' about? Right. Fantasy sports. So, look: my hope is that you will come here from time to time, peruse my innane ramblings, and take a shot at joining one of my leagues. Actually, I'm hoping you'll come here every few minutes and buy all my crap, but, y'know, baby steps.
Anyway, that's the jump-off. Get thee to a commentary. I'll catch ya on the flip.
Your friendly neighborhood R-Dog
