A little background on our players cont.

Jeff "I Hardly Knew Ye'" McIntyre



McIntyre reminds me of a water heater in that you can usually find him in the cellar. In the past two years I've seen the man twice....on draft day. Rumors abound about his true identity: is he a ghost, does he change shapes at night a la the Jewish folks in Borat's world?, or is he just shy?


He seems to think it's o.k. to just drift in and out of my life once a year.


I'm not sure what he likes or dislikes but I sure am looking forward to some pizza and shrimp baby!!












Jaime "Flying Solo" Moschella



Jaime is proof positive of the power of the BTree Invitational; I think we can all agree that the experiences he shared with his new bride in the seasons leading up to this one laid the foundation for a lifetime of joy. Congratulations Jaime!



While his fantasy success has had its peaks and valleys I think it's fair to say that, while in the courting process, he had to allow himself to be influenced by his significant other on draft day and while setting lineups each week. Personally, I fear him this year more than anyone else. As the old saying goes, "A free fantasy man is slicker than snot on a doorknob."


Jaime enjoys the funkadelic sound and hairy armpitted scene of Phish, networking LAN's and exchanging vows.



Jeff "I Used to Kick Joe's Ass" Moschella

Jeff is one of the nicest guys in the league and has already agreed to let Aidan and Jameson have a double date when all of our kids are in high school. Unfortunately for him, being nice does not transcend onto the paper gridiron of fantasy football.



Jeff is an able drafter with a keen eye for talent and I don't think it'll be too long before he's contending for a spot on the trophy. Keep your eye on this blue chipper.


Jeff likes constructing portable moonwalks, cleaning his shotgun (he's got two daughters...of course he has a shotgun) and Mattel recalls.

Joe "Couch Bombs" Moschella


Joe got absolutely screwed last year with Lamont Jordan and some other chump who was supposed to be good. I really felt bad for him; these should have been solid picks but as they say, "Too fucking bad."


Joe's got a solid draft position this year and should be right there, although he is going through a self imposed detox and we all know what that can mean....right?


Personally I hope Joe loses every game and is serving us bruschetta and steak skewers next year; after all he was the bastard that knocked me out of the playoffs but I'm not bitter.

Joe enjoys Tim, breaking couches and Melissa's mini-burgers.



Jim "Who's Hungry?" Joyce





Jim is a necessary part of all fantasy leagues; he makes strange picks, talks shit (which I personally admire) and takes a ton of abuse. I think we're all waiting for the day when he snaps and beats Regan with his own broken Riesling bottle. Like Ferris and I when we leave the house, Jimmy can usually be found in the cellar where he has made his fantasy home. I'm sure this year will be no different and we'll be feasting on King Crab legs and buffalo wings on him about this time next year.

Jim enjoys his washer toss boards, waving at other Jeep drivers and stacking a full dolly at Rosie's.

Nate "I Have Too Hit It" Greene

Nate has been right there the last two years and I expect this round to be much the same. He picks smart, employing a no risk style much like how he lives his life. Nate likes to corral as many top tier receivers as he can and laugh as others are scrambling for the likes of David Givens, Matt Jones and David Boston.

How Nate has time to devote to this league is beyond me as he juggles the responsibilities of being a constable, real estate agent, student, street performer, dog walker, horticulturist, dental hygienist, massage therapist, repo man, court stenographer, home owner and loving boyfriend. Give the guy credit; he gets it done.

I expect Nate to be right in the thick of things again this year sitting pretty in a most turbulent first round at #9. Let's just hope he scoops up Reggie Bush and sends Regan over the edge.

Nate enjoys his roommates hummer(s), defending his manhood and being Melissa's cousin. Will Tim ever become official family to Nate....doubtful says the magic 8 ball.

Good luck Nate! Let me know how my ass and elbows look come playoff time.