
Playoffs Week 2: Triples of the Barricuda
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 14/Playoffs Week 1: The Arena
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 13: The hill is ours
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

Week 12: Meters, not feet
It is cold at six-forty in the morning on a March day in Paris, and seems even colder when a man is about to be executed by firing squad.



Week 9: I shall not have hands
"As long as autumn lasts, I shall not have hands, canvas and colors enough to paint the beautiful things I see"

Week 8: Beep, Beep, Beep
What the heck you gonna do if you're on a picnic and have an ice cream and the ants crawl on the ice cream, what are you gonna do?

Week 7: Gone Long
Shot and shell shrieking and crashing, canister and bullets whistling and hissing most fiend-like through the air until you could almost see them. In that mile's ride I never expected to come back alive.

Week 6: The land of Bad
The longing for certainty is in every human mind. But certainty is generally illusion.

Week 5: It’s about sending a message
Wealth is not his that has it, but his that enjoys it.

Week 4: Loup-De-Guerre
"If he thinks it will be better for him to defend the castle than yield it, he will see."

Week 3: To sleep perchance to dream
They say putting your dreams out into the world helps make them manifest, so I offer this humble platform in furtherance of that.


Week 1: The hand that mocked
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains.

Draft Day: The Cold Dread
Our draft is almost here! A thing for which I’m definitely excited and not at all worried about colossally fucking up for the (fill in any number you like) time in a row.

The History Man
No matter how bright the dawn or how eager the legs, one should never venture too far into the unknown without studying the histories.