BRFL Poaches NFL Playoffs

BRFL Poaches NFL Playoffs.

Beer me.

In what amounts to an amazing fucking coincidence there are 14 teams that make the NFL playoffs. 

Harken unto me, Plebians; the best team in each conference gets a fucking bye for week one. What's that? That's 2 teams. Then each conference plays three fucking games in the first round. 6 teams, wild-card and division champs. Times 2, what the fuck is that? 12 teams. Plus the two. Fucking 14. 

How many members in the BRFL? Fucking right! Fucking 14. 

On the Monday AFTER the last fucking Sunday of the NFL regular season we see where the BRFL membership stands, AP poll wise. 

Last place picks first. First place picks fucking last. Ties determined by a coin flip. 

Last BRFLer standing fucking wins the whole cheese. Second place is for losers. 

Prize? 140 bucks. 10 fucking bucks from each BRFLer. You want to make it more? Fuck yeah. Bring it. Let me know how you feel, Fuckwits. I can make it more. I can do whatever I want.

Fucking Venmo me your money. Everyone's in. Fuck it. 

Jimbosuke, Commissioner for Life

BRFL Season Fourteen

 Attention BRFLers.

We are having a season. The Draft will commence as soon as the AP Poll comes out. 

Here is the Draft Order, first to last:

1. SockPuppet
2. Killer Bee, aka Obama, aka Lola
3. Snottie
4. DPo
5. BroFro (there was a tie with Kitten. Coin flip taps you #6, Bro)
6. Kitten, no bitchin'
7. Ronde'
8. CCS
9. DogTheBountyHunter, aka SeaGra
10. Jimbosuke, Commissioner for Life
11. Teeblations
12. KBronieMan/Woman
13. McLovin
14. QXXX

Ima throw this out there and it's possible we  might lose a few players. It's been a couple years and, no, there's no party this year. The Commissioner, God Bless Him and Keep Him and Shower Good Fortune Upon Him, has had some health issues and is hobblin' around like a shot dog. Is he happy about it? Fuck no. But that's a story for another day.

Like I sez, Ima throw this out there to youse guy's emails since I know a lot of you assholes are blog-averse and if I hear from you that you want in, great. You're in. If I don't hear from you? Then fuck you, you're out. You can take a year off if you want. Shit, you can take the rest of your life off for all I give a shit. Just let me know if you're in. 

Same rules as ever. You don't understand them so what's the difference? If we have the right number of players, the Commissioner, May He Be Anointed With Fragrant Oils, is going to incorporate a relatively low stakes NFL playoff side hustle this year. As soon as DPo tells me how to do it. 

If you're in, start your research. Get yourself squared away. See attached rule book. Now get the fuck out of here.

Jimbosuke,

Commissioner for Life