It is with a heavy heart that I must fulfill my obligations as Valg's bitch and admit that he did indeed lay a very fruitful smackdown upon my ass in the Carrion Fields Immortals Fantasy Football League championship game, thereby revenging his loss to me in the league championship game last year.

It was a hard fought battle, but in the end, Torry Holt accepted Valg's offers of perma-haste on all his character and refused to score the necassary 7 points I would have needed to defeat Valg last monday night. My lego pirate running back committe of Sammy Morris, Travis Minor and Nick Goings failed to produce enough offensive fireworks to defeat my hated lich adversary, and the rest, as they say, is history.

Next year I expect that if I can avoid the injury bug and Shokai will be kind enough to pick another kicker in the second round, I should have no problem returning to the Championship game for the third straight year. Valg, on the other hand, will need to hang onto his lucky jar of monkey feces and pray for the good graces of The Pico if he ever hopes to beat me again.