One day long ago when me and O’Neil were walking home from high school, a car pulled up to us. The passenger stuck his creepy head out the window and uttered these cryptic words:
“What time it is?”
I still think about that sometimes.
Anyway, here are the new and improved suicide football rules:
1. Get your shit in on time or you are fucked. Mess up once, you get Cinci. Mess up again, it’s game over. Cinci ain’t playing? Game over.
2. The free life is CXL’d. There is no free life. Keep playing with what you got.
3. What if there is a tie? If there is a tie, you can share or keep playing. In order to share, everyone must agree. If you keep playing, you still can’t pick a team you already picked.
Good luck to me, Judd, Rach-o, Rock Chalk J-hawk, and GMC.
Everyone else, I’m sorry you suck.