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Post by Jacob - Wild on Feb 26, 2020 17:26:55 GMT -5
Sounds good to me!
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Post by Derrick - Senators on Mar 9, 2020 1:10:36 GMT -5
Just a quick reminder as we head into the playoffs. Also note, Rule B includes players who are on waivers prior to and during the playoffs. Rule D also includes players designated O and NA. Rule E does not apply to teams with byes in the first round, only during the first round. The playoffs officially start at the puck drop of the first game Monday, March 9, 2020.
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Mar 9, 2020 7:17:27 GMT -5
Rule B also doesn't apply to Bye Week teams, correct? We've always been able to sign players until our first puck drop. Also, Rule E, rosters aren't really fully locked since you can still replace injured players with your farm players. Anyway, good luck guys!
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Post by Derrick - Senators on Mar 9, 2020 9:19:16 GMT -5
Rule B also doesn't apply to Bye Week teams, correct? We've always been able to sign players until our first puck drop. Also, Rule E, rosters aren't really fully locked since you can still replace injured players with your farm players. Anyway, good luck guys! Right.
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Post by Coal - Kraken on Mar 9, 2020 12:21:43 GMT -5
Was what we ended up finalizing after the whole Montembeault fiasco from last year?
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Post by Kyle - Devils on Mar 12, 2020 13:39:22 GMT -5
Wow. Shocking how extremely far this whole thing has gotten. All pro sports put on hiatus.
What am i supposed to watch every night? The only thing we currently have is pre-season baseball and golf. You gotta think even that will be done after today.
TSN will now just be a coronovirus update channel with people discussing the same issue over and over for the next month.
Its gonna be a VERY boring next few weeks.
Dark days being as sportsfan.
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Post by Coal - Kraken on Mar 12, 2020 14:16:12 GMT -5
MARCH MADNESS
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Mar 12, 2020 20:33:41 GMT -5
Kinda feels like a blackout... [Verse 1] Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss The sweat of your body covers me Can you, my darling? Can you picture this?
[Verse 2] Dream if you can a courtyard An ocean of violets in bloom Animals strike curious poses They feel the heat The heat between me and you
[Chorus] How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry
[Verse 3] Touch if you will my stomach Feel how it trembles inside You've got the butterflies all tied up Don't make me chase you Even doves have pride
[Chorus] How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry
How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father: too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry
When doves cry (when doves cry) When doves cry (when doves cry) When doves cry When doves cry When doves cry
[Outro] When doves cry, don't cry Darling, don't cry Don't cry, don't cry, don't, don't cry
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Post by Kyle - Devils on May 27, 2020 2:55:40 GMT -5
Well boys it seems like we have the first concrete news in months. I assume we'll have to discuss how this plays out. Hockey is back...
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jun 23, 2020 7:43:04 GMT -5
[Intro: Eminem] Yeah So I guess this is what it is, huh? Think it's obvious We ain't never gonna see eye to eye But it's funny As much as I hate you I need you This is music to be murdered by
[Chorus: Nikki Grier] Got a premonition I feel the end is near The beauty starts to fade The joy has turned to pain I hear the symphony playin' Ten thousand violins Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
[Verse: Eminem] They said my last album I sounded bitter No, I sound like a spitter Who ninety percent of These hypocrites are tryna get rid of But why would I get a chip on my shoulder? I was considered, one time, as the illest Bitch, I'm still as fly as your zipper True, I just get richer But if it was ever all about skrilla Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago Bitch, shut the fuck up I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit No wonder you're mad, now I'm Looking at them plaques, count 'em (Yeah) I'm LL Cool J, Bigger and Deffer, that's how come (Uh) I sell like four mil' when I put out a bad album (What?) Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta Five, and I'll laugh out loud 'Cause that's what they gave BAD back in the day Which actually made me not feel as bad now, 'cause If it happened to James It can happen to Shady They do the same shit to Brady More people hate me than love me This game will make you go crazy 'Bout to go for B-R-O-K-E I was the G, the O-A-T Once I was played in rotation At every radio station They said I'm lyrically amazing But I have nothing to say But then when I put out Revival and I had something to say They said that they hated the awake me I lose the rage, I'm too tame I get it back, they say I'm too angry I need to get me some Dre beats No, I should hook up with Tay Keith Fans keep on pulling me one way Haters pull me in another Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee 'Bout to pick up some weights and lift 'til my tattoo of Hailie's face stretches They said I'm just a whiner, I sound like a baby I dish it out but can't take it But I take it, dish it back out And they get all bent out of shape This shit's almost comical Wait, and I meant no disrespect I wasn't dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z They probably feel the same way because lately Instead of us being credited for longevity And being able to keep it up for this long at this level, we Get told we'll never be what we were Bitch, if I was as half as good as I was I'm still twice as good as you'll ever be Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically 'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V Killing everything, play this tune, it's your eulogy It's your funeral, prepare to die This is music for you to be murdered by
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jun 29, 2020 9:26:35 GMT -5
[Intro: Young M.A & Eminem] Oh, this what we doin'? Alright M.A
[Verse 1: Young M.A] I like a bitch that like to wobble, wobble Shake it, shake it, break it, break it, uh Nigga, we made it, made it, they hate it, hate it Pro professional, pure persistent, I'm paper chasing I hate complaining, I hated waiting, I'll pay for patience But I hate to pay a bill (Hate that) And I made a mil' without a major deal (I made that) Yeah, her ass fake, but she came for real (She came, uh) Money ain't a thing, that ain't a thing for real It's the broke lingo (Huh) And no, ain't nothing Saweetie, this is no Quavo (Migo) Man, I just get high, let my hoes lay low (Ooh) I just want some face but this is no facial (Ooh) Do right and kill er'body, Drake mode (Hello) Bitch, I'm tryna eat out, take your plate mode (Hello) Disrespect that life and I'm in gang mode (Grrr) You can leave this earth, bitch, I'm in rake mode (Huh) I'm in cake mode (Huh), I'm in brave mode, uh What up, Marshall? I'm a martian, I'm in Wayne mode (Facts) Neck wet, big drip, I'm in rain mode (Drip, drip, drip) Eight niggas, eight hittas, take eight souls (Brrr) Collect pesos (Huh), and I'm paid, so? (Paid) Self-made goals (Hey) When the pain leaves (Huh) Where does the pain go? (Where?) Tip of the backwood is where the flame goes (There) To the sky is where my brain goes (Wow) Same pack, same fiend, sellin' the same clothes (Wow) Pinocchio and my pistol, they got the same nose Me and my niggas gotta eat, we share the same stove (What?) Case closed, bodies in my lane, bitch, lane closed
[Verse 2: Eminem] Game over, Thanos on you H-O's On my petty shit but I don't paint toes (Yeah) Get the plunger (Plunger) 'cause Marshall and M.A go plum crazy Call us liquid plumber, 'cause even Dre know (Dre know) Beat knocks like a beefed up Detox You're gonna need three squads of police officers at least to come pull me off of it and I don't stop Please, dawg, I need y'all to keep talking shit 'cause I feed off of it I am the complete opposite of these retards who spit these weak bars, I'ma leave carnage Each thought'll be so toxic, it'll block the wind through your esophagus Stop it, cutting off your oxygen And I hit them pads like a boxing gym Better watch for Slim, better get to popping and when I'm at the top again I won't topple, I'm giving it to anyone who wanna come and get it and I'm not gonna stop But when they ask me is the war finished with MGK? Of course it is I cleansed him of his mortal sins, I'm God and the Lord forgives even the devil worshippers I'm moving on but you know your scruples are gone when you're born with Lucifer's horns And you're from the school of Notorious, Puba, Cube and The Poor Righteous Teachers tutored my students Showed them all the blueprint and formula But it seems like the more they studied my music, the more they remind me of eyeballs I'm watching my pupils get cornier (Uh) But I'm contemplating yelling "Bombs away" on the game Like I'm outside of an Ariana Grande concert waiting
[Chorus: Eminem] They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
[Verse 3: Eminem] Man, I don't see why they hate me (Huh?) I'm a clown like John Wayne Gacy (What?) They call me Kanye crazy (Yah) APESHIT, Beyonce, Jay-Z (Woo) And I'm back with Andre, baby (Yeah) And the doctor's operating (What?) But he never put no scrubs on from Snoop, K. Dot to Shady Shady like a shadow or your silhouette, intellect, I better check to see why you feel upset 'Cause I met your bitch on the internet now I'm getting head like a Pillow Pet That bimbo can put her lips all the way around this bone and then blow Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo Those were the days but I bet you, I'm never gonna be broke again, no I don't smoke but I got paper, to be blunt, I'm rolling Indo And I keep it one comma, zero, zero, zero, zero Real, real, real, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill Nickel-plated, twenty two, two, two Bitch, shut the fuck up 'fore I shoot you too Ain't shit I won't do just to get a few YouTube views Run up in a church like pew, pew, pew 'Cause that's what I do, do, do But, even to the untrained human eye We ain't the same, you and I Somebody should have explained to you why For you to go against me, it's simply insane, you will die (Yeah) That's why they call me Kamikaze, it's plain suicide, yeah But I know magic and here go my last trick I'm 'bout to say "Abracadabra" and pull a B Rabbit up out of my hat I'm about to relapse and I betcha that you won't know how to react But a look of disgust, I don't doubt it'd be that As I begin to fuckin' devour the track And you backpedal, that is a cowardly act Like a Saudi attack when the towers collapsed
[Chorus: Eminem] They call me Saddam Hussein, Ayatollah Khomeini Where's Osama been? I been laden lately Look at how I'm behaving, they want me gone away They wanna JonBenét me (Fuck you), I'm unaccommodating
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Post by Kyle - Devils on Jul 16, 2020 14:22:59 GMT -5
Anybody interested in a fantasy playoff pool??
Now that everythings all set there seem to be quite a few out there that have it figured out.
Could be just for shits and giggles or we could do it for all the marbles.
Thoughts?
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Post by Robyn - Flames on Jul 16, 2020 18:45:56 GMT -5
We should definitely do a pool to determine the overall season champion and standings.
The top 6 teams can be in pool A, the bottom 6 in pool B. The winner of pool A is the 2020 champion (1st overall) and the B winner consolation champion (7th overall).
Could be a box style pool. With an advantage given to the higher seeds. For example, suppose there's 20 boxes of players to choose from and we go with rosters of 21. For the final player slot, the #1 team could pick any player from any box (assuming the boxes are ranked in order like Matthews/McDavid/Crosby/Mackinnon in box #1, Malkin/Ovechkin/Pastrnak/Kucherov in box #2, etc.), the #2 team could pick from any box but the top 1-3, and onwards from there.
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 18, 2020 23:14:18 GMT -5
The fantasy season is over, the rightful Champion crowned (San Jose Sharks), Yahoo has made the correct determination based on the unfortunate scenario and I've already been applied as the 1st place finisher in our league's history book. The playoffs are just that, the playoffs, used to determine an additional Keeper Slot. Period. Choosing players in this manner to determine an overall season Champion and final standings is so far from what our league is that it's an insult to even make such a bogus utterance. What makes you think that's fair exactly? What makes you think that's impressive? How is that in any way indicative of what our Keeper League teams are made of? Why should we ditch more than three quarters of the season for a pick-em style lotto?
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 6:06:38 GMT -5
[Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm a product of properly hoppin' up out of that poverty Profitin' all for coppin' and swappin' that property out for a possible monopoly Try not to adopt my father's old philosophies Same time I'm prayin' to God that everything works out at his colonoscopy I'm walkin' across a suicidal tightrope intentionally While the demons comin' out of me Wifey's on the side of me talkin' sense into me Without she, I feel incomplete mentally, she's been sent to me Right there since '9-6, worse nightmare to side chicks, some things are just meant to be This it for me, give my daughters a kiss for me Y'all call this fame, I call this shit alcoholistic infamy Targettin' my kids and babies through population and gun control Shit make me wanna make a hunnid more Make a bigot racist uncomfortable If y'all against talk and reparation then I'm not against the thought of separation While the politicians that are white and privileged ask how is this different from segregation, that's funny bro Segregation is bein' told where I'm gonna go Separation is bein' woke and goin' wherever I wanna go
[Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
[Verse 2: Eminem] Never sold dope for no gold rope Wanted one though, they were so dope (Yeah) Was a have-not (Yeah) 'cause my pockets (Uh) Didn't have knots, I was so broke On my last rock, for my slingshot Better haul ass, don't be no slow poke (Nope) Through the tall grass, run your ass off (Yeah) Oh no, got your pants caught on the fence post Getting chased, by them Jackboys, think it's 'bout to fuzz Like a lint roller they wait 'til it's late, they will tiptoe Through your living room window Take your Nintendo and then skate Making you feel like you got bent over and raped Little boy, you're never gonna get no rope chain Get your shit stole, and your lip swole, I became bitter As I got a little bit older, my hate Was making me get cold, and began to get a chipped shoulder Started to spit vulgar, my ZIP code had been skid row But I ate every single beat that I spit over, the shithole I escaped Then I began to explode, detonate, now the Eastside went schizo Thought my name was B-side 'cause they flipped over my tape And I won't hesitate To get 'em all bent so outta shape Oh shit, bro, hold up, wait I just tripped over my cape (Superman) And I'm not gonna let up, treat the paper like I'm chopping a letter Dre'll tell you how I shred So when you refer to the guy next to the doc, you meant shredder Now the cops wanna set up roadblocks on my head, I Got several bounties from feds in every county I'm with a gal at a Checkers wiling Bumping "Fuck Da Police" while I fed her Rally's This shit is like Romper Room Why do I feel responsible for these kids? All of whom I'm a father to I'm a God to you, y'all better worship the water I walk on Or y'all gonna meet your Waterloo I get to flippin' the mic' as a murder weapon I'm poppin' an extra clip, then cock and shoot, then I'm popping Do not let me catch you slippin' I will pop up and I'll take a spot from you I'll get to doing what a leaky faucet do But I ain't talkin' drip when I say that I'll get the drop on you Singin' fuck all of you in Autotune I am too volatile and too grizzly to bear Yeah, shit is gettin' to where I can barely even sit in a chair I bust my ass for this shit and I swear It ain't even worth dissing someone so offbeat That they can't even figure out where their words Should hit the kick and the snare
[Chorus: White Gold] Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn Pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn All them pretty bitches leave yo' ass in the urn You ain't sold your last rock, you just better earn But I pray you see tomorrow little boy, you gon' learn
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 6:59:55 GMT -5
Alright...alriiiiiiiiiiiiight! Fucking Kyle - Devils, my friend, has expressed that he will not consider me the Champion for this season, that the season is a wash! A waste of fucking time. I will not accept this, there is a Champ, always, that many weeks of the season, 2 weeks away from a Champion, it can't happen. We need to settle this fucking shit, alright?? You want more?? Huh?? Undeniable?? Fuck, we'll get there in some way. I'll put the fucking BELT on the line!!! So, here's my proposal, you wanna make things mean shit?? Here it is, every fucking team is involved, every team has a chance, rosters remain fully locked, whatever you have in there now is live, zero moves, whoever gets the most points in the qualifying rounds + the playoff rounds, the entirety, will be considered the 2020 Pandemic Champion! Goals, assists, goalie wins & shutouts. However it's scored, is it 2 points for a shutout win? Or 3? Whatever the playoff scoring is will be counted! The Keeper Slot playoff fucking pick-em box style bullshit will run separately for the additional Keeper Slot. There will always be controversy with this season, Yahoo scoring will always have the San Jose Sharks as the Champion, we will have an off-site Champion, if somebody else takes the crown it will be a shared Championship, controversy for the next 10+ years, a story, a debate, but I will personally consider whoever won the qualifying + playoff rounds in points to be the fucking Champ! The belt is on the fucking LINE!!! If I win, it will be fucking undeniable!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Champ!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you agree, say something...bitch.
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 8:03:40 GMT -5
[Verse: Eminem] They said my last album I sounded bitter No, I sound like a spitter Who ninety percent of These hypocrites are tryna get rid of But why would I get a chip on my shoulder? I was considered, one time, as the illest Bitch, I'm still as fly as your zipper True, I just get richer But if it was ever all about skrilla Then I woulda quit a long motherfucking time ago Bitch, shut the fuck up I should go say that shit to Tech N9ne or to Jigga Nobody said shit about 2 Chainz as long as he's been here, shit No wonder you're mad, now I'm Looking at them plaques, count 'em (Yeah) I'm LL Cool J, Bigger and Deffer, that's how come (Uh) I sell like four mil' when I put out a bad album (What?) Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta Five, and I'll laugh out loud 'Cause that's what they gave BAD back in the day Which actually made me not feel as bad now, 'cause If it happened to James It can happen to Shady They do the same shit to Brady More people hate me than love me This game will make you go crazy 'Bout to go for B-R-O-K-E I was the G, the O-A-T Once I was played in rotation At every radio station They said I'm lyrically amazing But I have nothing to say But then when I put out Revival and I had something to say They said that they hated the awake me I lose the rage, I'm too tame I get it back, they say I'm too angry I need to get me some Dre beats No, I should hook up with Tay Keith Fans keep on pulling me one way Haters pull me in another Got more hooks in me than Swae Lee 'Bout to pick up some weights and lift 'til my tattoo of Hailie's face stretches They said I'm just a whiner, I sound like a baby I dish it out but can't take it But I take it, dish it back out And they get all bent out of shape This shit's almost comical Wait, and I meant no disrespect I wasn't dissin' Tech, that was not a shot at 2 Chainz or to Jay-Z They probably feel the same way because lately Instead of us being credited for longevity And being able to keep it up for this long at this level, we Get told we'll never be what we were Bitch, if I was as half as good as I was I'm still twice as good as you'll ever be Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically 'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V Killing everything, play this tune, it's your eulogy It's your funeral, prepare to die This is music for you to be murdered by
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 8:12:19 GMT -5
There's no extra fucking keeper if this is the accepted format, alright? That's it.
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 8:19:46 GMT -5
[Spoken] How do you do? Ladies and gentlemen My name is Alfred Hitchcock and this is Music To Be Murdered By It is mood music in a jugular vein So why don't you relax? Lean back and enjoy yourself Until the coroner comes
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Post by Nos - Sharks on Jul 19, 2020 8:23:08 GMT -5
I'm God and the Lord forgives...
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