FAAB Nukes, Executive Order Receipts, and the 12:11 AM Paper Trail
While my dear newsroom neighbor Marty Sullivan spent his Tuesday morning complaining into a plate of cold hash browns about how the modern game destroyed the lead fullback, the real competitive pulse of the Columbia River Fantasy Football League was pounding across the digital wire at 12:11 AM. Marty can wax poetic about 1980s mud bowls all he want...



