Let the Games Begin

As I sit here on my newly purchased chesterfield, legs resting firmly on the ottoman, I can't help but grin as I think about what is to happen tomorrow.

Randy's V will officially open for business.

"JEAH BITCH!" screeched Burgundy.

"Hazzz!" fist pumps Sitch.

"Cheerio!" cheers Tree Bone.

"Rawr!" roars Safari.

"Excellent," comments Dick.

We've been through a lot, my dear select-GMs; a summer of fun, an AGM full of steaks, a nerve-wrecking draft, and a combine. Yet, there is still so, so much more in store for the V. The games shall begin tomorrow. Set your lines, pray for your rosters, and curse those who are better than thee.

"JEAH!"

For those who think they're destined to win, I say that you are fucked; you have a 20% chance of winning, and that's assuming all teams are built equally (which we know are not). For those who are comfortable with where they are, I say that you are unwise; you have no idea how this League can turn around and destroy perfectly constructed teams. And for those who are in doubt, I say be patient; you did your research, your players were ranked for a reason. You never know where fate may bring you.

As Commissioner, I say good luck to all. I wish everyone a great season, and I encourage fair play alongside shit-talking. I look forward to reporting the League's activities, and the more discussion the better. I thrive off team rivalries, hatred, comments, etc. Give me your opinion, and I shall turn them into Pulitzer Prize pieces. 

While we are on the subject of reporting, I'd like to mention that I will be gone for the majority of October, travelling the eastern lands receiving Fire & Ice's and drinking ginseng. I will report the first week's activities, but will then pass reporting duties over to Burgundy, who has volunteered to take over the blog for the second to fourth weeks of October. He needs to practice thinking on his own, without assistance of PromptApp, and I have authorized him as a contributor to this blog. It is the first time I've ever opened up my halls to any individual; thus, do not fuck this up, Burgs.

"...?" said Burgs.

Need to do better than that!

Cordially,

- the Fucking Randy