12-19-2018, 09:09 PM
We have a league at work. It's our sixth season, and I'd never finished higher than third place the previous five years. That all changed this year. I started 5-0, then finished the season 10-2-1. I was in first place wire-to-wire, securing the number one seed and a bye in the first round of our playoffs.
So, this past Sunday I was playing the #6 seed, who'd completed the regular season 7-6 and won in the first round. And, promptly got my ass kicked 130-74. Nobody on my team did anything. Thanks, Zeke, et al.
So, come Sunday I'll be playing the #2 seed (who also had a bye and then lost last week) in the third place consolation game, while our championship game will be featuring the 7-6 team that beat me versus the 6-6-1 team that beat the #2 seed. Those two shit teams are battling for the title, and I and the #2 seed are left battling for table scraps. Makes me sick.
Always next year, right?
So, this past Sunday I was playing the #6 seed, who'd completed the regular season 7-6 and won in the first round. And, promptly got my ass kicked 130-74. Nobody on my team did anything. Thanks, Zeke, et al.
So, come Sunday I'll be playing the #2 seed (who also had a bye and then lost last week) in the third place consolation game, while our championship game will be featuring the 7-6 team that beat me versus the 6-6-1 team that beat the #2 seed. Those two shit teams are battling for the title, and I and the #2 seed are left battling for table scraps. Makes me sick.
Always next year, right?
“We're 2-7! What the **** difference does it make?!” - Bruce Coslet
