Tim Tebow as a viable NFL starting QB is batshit crazy, but that’s what they said about religious snake handling. And well, um…yeah. All that and more in this week’s TMH.
Worried your goose may be cooked this Thanksgiving? Try something different…LukeNukem did. And no, it wasn’t custom Jack Daniels meat SAWCE! He let his wife do his start/sits for him. Clackety-clackety-clackety-CLICK, BEEYOTCH!
Excitement…adventure…a Jedi craves not these things. Neither does LukeNukem. He just wants to kick your favorite expert’s a$$ in fantasy football predictions. SNOOGANS!
Find out what happens when you put a bunch of baseball idiots in a Fantasy Baseball league with bona-fide baseball fans. Hey, we had to find something to do to pass the time until football season starts.
Here’s some numbers. You know, if you’re a nerd like me.
Ah, tequila…halfway in, and you’re already halfway back up! Join LukeNukem for a tradition like no other…his weekly rants about some shit.
Do you have the goods to win your league? LukeNukem checks in with his Tuesday Morning Hangover, and some ironically sobering lists of fantasy point per game producers. Wish you would have known these on draft day, huh? Yeah, well, so does he…
LukeNukem comes through with some last-minute advice for you night owls. The theme: If it seems obvious, that’s because it is.
Get your last-minute ranks right here, chumps.
This classic Dan Orlovsky facepalm is made so much funnier by the fact that he may soon become the only QB ever to start for two 0-16 teams. What other historical putridity is worth mentioning in this week’s Tuesday Morning Hangover? CLICK!
LukeNukem is burninating the countryside, peasants and the entire fantasy expert community in his latest start/sit column. LUKENUKEM COMES IN THE NIIIIIGHT!!!!!
Antonio Gates is a slam dunk this week. Find out who LukeNukem thinks you should play. DON’T find out what any of the other ninjas think…they didn’t rank anyone.
Happy Turkey Day, l’il ninja! The Matchup Tool has been oven-roasted to perfection and we’re ready to serve you a big ol’ gravy-smothered slice of WINNING.