We Are The Champions, My Friends…
Actually, eff that. I am the champion, my friends!
As you may recall, I fell in love with fantasy football this past season. It was fun, fun, fun to match my football wits against 5 other girls. I loved our posting board, full of things that I can pretty much guarantee no league with boys would post about. I loved talking fantasy with my fellow GMs – Triple D, Fast Gurls, Philosopher Kings, Beantown Busters, and Baby Daddies. But it was I – the phenomenal Golden GRRLs – that stormed back from last place in the league to become the Champion. That’s right – I won it all.
Now, my league didn’t play for money. No, we are way too classy for that. Instead, we played for drunkenness – the losers had to take the champ (moi!) out for dinner and drinks. Luckily for them, I have ridiculously low tolerance.
We celebrated my reign as champ on Saturday night, starting out with dinner at my favorite restaurant and then drinks at a number of Harvard Square bars. Mmmm… booze. I was drunk. And silly. And flashing cleavage in dive bars. But it was fun, and – best of all – it was free for me! I love winning.
The night ended with me laughing hysterically at a condom machine in the ladies room:
It was a good night.
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