There are definitely people here who knew Seamus better than I did. People who knew him in real life for instance. One of my big regrets in life, other than law school, is not having attended any DFOCons, where I would have met tWBS, as I understand he never missed
Greetings, fellow shut-ins. We like to use the term 'shut-ins' around here to mock our propensity for staying indoors on our various devices while talking about football, lesser football, boobs, butts, and why Trump sucks, but in truth these days we are all, with the rest of the world, literal
This year's NFL draft runs from April 23-25 and will be a somewhat more subdued ceremony than in recent years, in that teams will be drafting remotely. It'll still be on TV, (I assume; I mean ESPN has got to show something besides old Michael Jordan games, right?), and we'll
A plague had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, (except for pretty much all them that had come before), or so hideous, (although actually leprosy, bubonic plagues, and most hemorrhagic fevers were probably more hideous), or so subject to a 24/7 media addicted to ratings
Scene: The DFO Clubhouse
Time: 9:43 am.
Horatio gets out of his car, a red Corvette if past stories are to be believed, (they should not), staggering under the weight of a dozen boxes. His hands thus occupied, Horatio uses his as-believable-as-that-Corvette martial arts skills to kick open the door without leaving
It was a Wednesday. Or maybe a Thursday. When you reach my age they all pretty much run together until the weekend, and then those days go by faster than anything your prostate has a say in and you're back in the workweek before you know it. No, all I
(Caption for picture above: "The Jets!? The fucking Jets!?")
When I wrote the season preview, which I have shamelessly cut-and-pasted into this post, Zeke Elliott was holding out in Mexico. I predicted, correctly that he'd be signed, rich, and playing by Week 1 and by God he was. I also predicted
As I write this Ezekiel Elliott continues his holdout, refusing to report to the Cowboys until he gets Todd Gurley money. Shit-talker and general goggle-eyed crazy person Jerry Jones shows no signs of giving in, praising backup RB Tony Pollard after the latter had a nice performance in an utterly
Whether it was setting offensive records, taking advantage of an all-you-can-eat special at Golden Corral or letting their significant others know who's in charge, the 2018 Kansas City Chiefs were one of the hardest-hitting teams in the NFL. Whither 2019, you ask? Let's find out!
YOUR 2018 KANSAS CITY CHIEFS
All good football blogs need a mock draft, and the really good ones need several. But this is DFO, and we're as much about the dick jokes, mildly suggestive photos, and beer as we are about football, so you'll get two mock draft, (neither of which will be remotely accurate),
Scene: An office suite. As the camera pans back we see a large desk. Several TVs are situated in front of the desk in such a manner that the occupant of the desk can view them all at the same time. Two of the screens are tuned to ESPN, one
I started the initial draft of this post, in good faith mind you, sometime back in February, with the idea that I'd knock out 2-3 teams at a clip and cruise into my self-imposed and utterly meaningless 3/20 deadline with ease. I did not, however, learn anything from last year,