Where did you go? Hey man is everything alright? You okay “dood” you left?
So why did I leave? Where did I go? Every once in a while a man needs to reflect and seek solitude. Since day one, I’ve offered value, I’ve offered teams depth when lacking, and I’ve single handedly allowed not one, but two teams the ability to keep their seasons alive. Not to mention facilitating two 3-team trades to make sure that all parties are satisfied and bellies full.
What did I get in return for lending a helpful hand when nobody else would? NADA. The hand that has fed all year was bitten and I’m some how made out to be a polarizing team owner. A villain. Well, I won’t have it. Examine each and every trade that I’ve done this year and tell me, in your heart of hearts, if someone was fleeced or were legitimate needs met when they needed to be.
I was cast out like a leper. Left in the dead of night with no where to go and nobody to turn to. I looked for help and doors were slammed shut in my face. Nobody has faced this level of scrutiny. Nobody has been forced to wear a scarlet letter practically stapled to their chest. I’ve done right by my trade partners, forever and always.
Well…. after nearly 18 hours… I found a partner. Strike up the fucking band.
I’m Back….