Just as you are, we’re gearing up for the holiday that celebrates challenging authority, blowing shit up, and casually neglecting the rights of women. Independence Day is Wednesday, which totally fucks our week, blah blah blah we’re gonna be lazy assholes.
We’re not posting tomorrow, and we’ll be fortunate to get one post up for Thursday and Friday. We don’t like it either, but this is how it’s going down. Some of us will be out-of-town, or even out-of-country, and you’ll have to split time with the people that put up with our shit in real life. When the withdrawal starts to set in, just remember that training camps will open less than three weeks after we come back, and to use lotion. Or sunscreen. Anything with lubricative properties is good.
And, oh yeah, the contest to pick the owner of KSK’s 14th fantasy team ended Saturday. We received over 11,000 submissions, give or take. The quality of your work was high, and the debate over who deserved to win was (sort of) intense. In the end, it came down to who we thought would make the best addition to our league. By the end of the contest, we had it narrowed down to four people, and the final decision was not unanimous.
We’ll be sharing our favorite submissions with you over the next couple weeks, and you can see what kind of badassery your submission was up against. Plus it helps us keep being lazy. That’s a win-win.
The 14th member of the KSK Fantasy Football League is Sarah, better known as commenter/troublemaker SportsGirl365 from the blog Strike Zones and End Zones. In the end, we liked her style, football knowledge, and her ability to deliver (and receive) trash talk.
Please give Sarah your warmest welcome in the comments.
UPDATE: Sarah’s submission appears below. I think she’s gonna fit right in:
It’s been a long week at KSK. The birthday celebration went off quite well if I do say so myself (and it’s not like we’ve ever been hesitant congratulate ourselves). Seeing as how I’m still at work and I feel like I’m half-dead (the rest of the mafia is in hiding) I felt it was my duty to leave you with the regular Friday Cheerleader Post. So here goes, enjoy this hastily searched video from the YouTubes.
Have a great weekend ladies and gentlemen…

We’re coming up on our first anniversary here at KSK and I gotta tell you, it’s been a great ride, what with all the antagonizing sportswriters, antagonizing readers, antagonizing commenters, spurning loved ones, race-baiting, hippie bashing, NASCAR debasing (why, patron saint, why?), soft porn purveying, gay unicorn planet watching, and, lately, the posting of lots and lots of improbable fictionalized dialogues between NFL figures.
It’s enough to wear a guy (or six) out. It doesn’t help that there’s not a whole lot going on in the world of the NFL until training camps open, so we’re taking a week to recharge our batteries and buy new bath towels.
It’ll be as hard on us as it is on you, believe you me. As we were discussing this, Unsilent said he had a few timely posts to put up, Punter wanted to do another installment of his adventures of Fitty, I wanted to speculate on just how little game Plaxico Burress has to strike out in a bar full of Jersey girls, then Drew cried, then Caveman cried, then I cried and then flubby sneezed. Oh God bless him, he’s such a little soldier.
So, until sun-up Monday, May 28, you’re on your own for slipshodly written, warmed-over satire of things loosely related to the NFL. Oh wait, that’s Memorial Day. Make it Tuesday, fucktasters.