I rush home from work and we’re still waiting on Munch? That’s it, I’m gonna try and figure out his password and make him draft Josh Booty.
Hamlet, you have a well maintained sock puppet called The Witch?
Just to get it back to the current page… I don’t have it bookmarked on all my computers.
Heh-heh. The computer selected Antowain Smith for Mr. Munch. I wonder if this means our fearless leader is on autopilot for the remainder of the draft?
I water her twice a day, add fertilizer in the spring, and keep her mowed and trimmed. That and I’m really in touch with my feminine side.
Or, it could be wife. But I like the well-maintained idea anyway.
Son of a bitch.
Couldn’t figure out “adams”, Wilson? 
Damnit, damnit, damnit. Of all the people! Antowain Smith!
Ha HA!
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Easy, Shibb. I have the commissioner password, and I can make Rick Mirer happen to you.
Rick Mirer happened to me back in the early days of fantasy football. Please, for the love of all that is holy, don’t even joke about doing that to another human being. It’s just too cruel.
I might have to do some hacking then to Cade McNown you in return. Or maybe a nice little Randy Fasani.
Truce?
http://www.antsports.com/as/AS933/ Just to have this on page four.
**BabaBooey ** is up for his second pick now.
Did he fall asleep in between those back to back picks?
He predrafted for only one of them.
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I just emailed Bababooey.
Sorry fellas, I got became quite intoxicated last night.
And as I was doing that, it was my turn. Now we’re moving.
Waddamaroon is up for his 2nd pick.
And after reading my last sentence, I believe I still am.
sorry, BabaBooey, you must have missed the memo. Mixing Fantasy Football and alcohol is STRICTLY OFF LIMITS. 