Dear person dealing with a mid-life crisis and overly butt hurt that they suck at Fantasy sports to the point they need to lash out,
U Mad because you didn't have the idea to try and put to together a package for Melo, and make an appeal to someones logic about the fact that their Melo led team was going nowhere so Jamison, Chandler, and Wright would give them more positional depth and an upgrade in their total rebounding and scoring?
U Mad that while you were busy using your common sales pitch of take Hickson now before he breaks out again and his value goes up, I took a PG in Billups and a big who had just returned and is going to be a starter again in Gooden, and then contacted Pimpin to get Camby in a 2 for 1 deal that gave him more points since he was looking for scoring with Artest and Hedo not doing it?
U mad that you basically helped me stack my team into what it is by thinking you were fucking me over by adding Wright to Felton for Monta?
U mad that I got Wade from Ben when he was healing from a wrist injury while giving him a PG that is good for 17 and 8 and a C that can pretty much get a double double or close to it every night?
No, you aren't mad you are just pms'ing and whining because you couldn't get the shit done yourself. I mean you talk a big game about what your team could do, just like you did last year, and frequently throw up the fact you can't make the draft even though you agree to the time and date before hand, so it can't be anything you are doing wrong, could it?
Then again maybe you are the problem and just can't hack it, and your method for coping is to pout, bitch, moan, and complain endlessly when you had the same chance to do what I did. You know what, I think that is it.
What a fucking joke and quitter you are
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PSYCH
lmao
