The flu is here. Or so I thought, convinced by the days of fever and Montel Williams. But then I heard that I might not even have the real flu. Now that would be super annoying.

In other news, the Watertown Weasels, who began the season as OTAN in a partnership with the French, have made it to the Newtowne Fantasy League Championship. I'll be playing against Alexander James Goldman for a prize of $160, which, as commissioner, I have already spent.

On the fantasy football website, always a font of information along the lines of whether Darnerian McCants or Brandon Stokely would be a better third receiver to have, there was this gem comparing Fantasy owners getting ready for the big game to - what else - real football players:

The torrent of mental questions you can give yourself can be as exhausting as if you issued hundreds of press credentials for access to your brain.

Well, my friends, those credentials are being cut off. I'm reatreating in to my coaching bunker for the rest of the week. The good lord gave me the opportunity to play this game, and Iplan on putting the best team I can on the field, giving it 110 percent, and not letting our fans down.