Fantasy football

This is my second year playing fantasy football. It is fun. I like voting on other people's weekly matchups and writing football themed poetry. I don't know if everyone else like my poems. That is okay though.
What is it exactly about football that lends itself to poetry? The competition? The camaraderie? I can't pin down, but I can pen it down AHHAHAHAHHAHAH! That was a little play on words.
Well its now Wednesday this week and I wish it would go slower, I don't feel like I'm getting near enough done. I need to somehow create another me in a holodeck and then using newly developed teleporter technology beam the new version of myself out of the holodeck into the real world where the new me can help the original me do stuff. The new me couldn't go by the same name of course, so he'd have to be named Gary. Oh wait, maybe he could get corporate sponsorship and be named Johnsonville or something awesome like that. Its times like these that make a person want 24th century technology more than ever.
A girl just walked by the computer that I'm typing on at SLCC that walks like a chicken. Not wing flappin' or anything, she was just kind of chicken bobbing her head with each step. Needless to say I was and am still amused. How wrong is that of me to be amused by things like that? After all, do I walk weird and people laugh at me? You know the more I think about it I hope that if I do walk funny that people recognize that and take a moment to chuckle. Life is better when you're laughing about something, or at someone.
I received a comment on my second post, it seemed like an subtle insult about the quality of my bloggin' thoughts. I don't really know what other people blog about, or if their blogs are any more poignant. So if you would like to share with me what you blog about that would be useful.