Dear Reader:

In order to attain full fantasy football enlightenment, it is necessary that one explore the very periphery of the realm. At the far reaches of the fantasy universe lies the tricky questions and answers lead to a Deeper Knowledge. Ah, and with this knowledge comes the advantages one seeks when entering a new and always changing season.

We here at MoSneaky.com care about our loyal readers, so much in fact that we felt it was not only necessary to observe their behavior on a Sunday afternoon, but also to tear the flesh, to wear the flesh and be born unto new worlds where their flesh is the key. Disregard that last bit. In an extensive survey of two people, both of whom lived in a shack in the woods, didn’t speak coherent English or wear pants, we feel that we have come up with a typical Sunday in the life of the fantasy footballer. Enjoy! Or not, I don’t care.

As far as I can remember, there has been a vicious clash between the realms of fantasy and reality. Dungeons & Dragons was the culprit for every instance of devil worship and the storing of human

Welcome girls. Your presence here indicates that you wish to delve deep into the male psyche, in order to figure out the age old question:
“What do men really want?”

Well, the NFL season is officially underway. Thank God. No more moping around the house on Sunday trying to think of something to fill the empty space. Twelve consecutive undefeated seasons in Playstation football will only keep you busy for so long. But the waiting is over, and after Week 1, I’ve come to realize some truths about the game, its players, cheese and sausage, and myself.