That's It Blair, Back To Loserpeg

After worrying about getting razzed by Blair all night last night and this morning, I finally re-checked the fantasy football pool in which we were competing against each other this week.

I had picked a plethora of Falcons, as you can see below, expecting them to blow away the Saints. Instead, I'm pretty sure someone on Atlanta's sideline or pressbox was relaying the offensive plays to the New Orleans defensive coordinators. Every pass Vick attempted was covered perfectly by the Saints.

So I sat there last night, cursing at the game, as I watched myself fall 2 points short of beating Blair... or so I thought.

There must have been a stats correction somewhere and I won by 0.4 points, BABY!