The League is back for its seventh year but began with the closing of a teenage era. The Jori has been coveted by many since it made its debut in the Aultman Garage many years ago. It has blessed many, it has sabotaged many, but it always reigned supreme. But as some of us move into the real world with jobs, others approaching the end of college, it is time to move on. The ante has been raised and it is time to see who has the biggest marbles in the room. But… if I was a gambling man, who am I kidding I am a gambling man, I would bet on somethings not to change. Things like Joey falling apart half way through the year. The middle of the pack guys such as Taylor, Rogo, Blaha, and Tyler fighting for the final playoff spots or a spot in the what was the Meesha Bowl, now turned Jamokus Jones Bowl. Jackson to be the team you cry yourself to sleep at night if you lose to. Brady, Josh, and DJ to either dominant or sweating it out in the final two weeks to avoid the Jamokus Jones Bowl. And then finally myself, Commish, to fall short of a ring once again. That is what I would bet to happen. But it is a whole new ball game with no higher power to worry about sending down a blessing or curse at any given moment. It is all about the Benjamins now (and a few Washingtons thanks to Blaha), and who knew how to draft, who knows how to put out the best weekly lineup possible, who knows how to make the right pick ups and trades, and who really is the GOAT of the greatest fantasy football league to ever exist. Its year seven and we are just getting started. Let the Best Goddamn Man Win, Game On!
-Commish
