BROUGHT TO YOU THIS WEEK BY NAZ THE FINAL REGULAR SEASON POST - NEXT WILL BE AFTER THE POSTSEASON The final set of games to determine the final outcomes... A whole lot of possibilities from these games for how the playoffs will play out. The matchups and outcomes did not disappoint. FIVE teams finished at 7-7 - absolutely wild. Two of them made the playoffs and three headed to the consolation bracket. A crazy finish to a crazy season. Let's dive into the matchups before we di

Well howdy, mes amis!  It’s Coach Lane ‘Geaux-Where-the-Wind-Blows’ Kiffin here, crawlin’ out the bayou with a plate full’a boudin, a heart full’a regret, and a résumé that look like a damn Waffle House menu—long, greasy, and full of questionable decisions. Yeah, yeah, I know what y’all thinkin’: ‘Lane, cher, didn’t you just leave Ole Miss for LSU faster than a gator chasin’ a drunk tourist?’ Yessir, guilty as charged. One minute I’m preachin’ ‘Hotty Toddy’ like a Baptist wit

Alright, you gravy-slurpin’, pie-snarfing motherfuckers—your Week 12 Fantasy Football Recap has crash-landed, brought to you by me: a fully pardoned, spiritually exhausted Thanksgiving turkey who just finished making dua for patience and is now absolutely done with your bullshit.While you were shoving mashed potatoes and Aunt Karen’s casserole (aka a culinary fitnah in Pyrex) down your piehole, the fantasy gods were out there raining chaos like a drunk frat boy wandering into

Greetings, fantasy failures. It’s me, Hell’s most overcooked former finance goblin Jeffery Epstein, writing this from the VIP Torture Wing where they keep the truly premium scumbags. Satan just tossed me a flaming laptop and said, “Go ahead, tell your little league how much worse things can get.” And trust me, they can. First off, I hear my old earthly “file dump” just hit the surface world, and holy flaming rectums — you’d think someone threw holy water on a nest of cockroac

Salam, football degenerates and accidental Ramadan snack hoarders! It’s me—your friendly neighborhood Disney/ESPN fat-cat, here to personally apologize for gutting your Monday Night Football like it was a stuffed lamb at Eid. Yes, it’s true. I’m the guy who thought it was a brilliant idea to wrestle YouTube TV into submission over broadcasting fees. “Why not?” I said, swirling my overpriced qahwa while counting your subscription pennies like they were zakat. “Who cares if mil