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  1. a 39 second play? lololol anyway give miami box
  2. Very much enjoyed this presentation style. Also, 61 a week from Miami would be fine with my field goal kicking self.
  3. From the notes of Mikey 2 Dope: I'm told that I need to put pen to paper and jot down my biography, really run through things while they are fresh. It'll help cement my legacy in the Elite Football League is what they say, what they tell you. Will it really, I believe, is the correct response. I see the rest of these things, I've noticed, trust me. No one reads them. No one pays attention. No one cares. And, frankly, why should they? Why should they care about the career of others? We're all here for ourselves. We pretend not to be, to care about team and community, to care about others' successes - but that's not true, is it? No, it isn't. At the end of the day, when it is all said and done - which it is, for me, you know - no one will pay attention. No one will care. No one will miss Mikey 2 Dope or probably even remember him. But that's how it goes, and that's the way it always will go. How do I know that, even at this juncture, you ask? Well, let me tell you. I'm, Mikey 2 Dope - and I don't remember my own story. So I know that you won't either. That's right. My career has just finished, and if you asked me to tell you where I played, what I accomplished, when it happened and more - I couldn't tell you. They say you should do this while it's fresh on your mind, but here's the thing they don't tell you - you should do that every single damn day, or at least every season - because who has the capacity to recall this shit? Not me, that's for sure. Here's what I do know. I played at the University of Southern California, and if I recall, I think we were pretty good. I played with my brother, Violent E, on defense. Juggalo Beo and Juggalo Nano were on that defensive squad with us, solid players for sure. On offense I know that we had Clap Trap at running back, Handsome Jack at quarterback and Antonio Gonzalez at tight end. Fun squad we had. Did we win any championships? Well, honestly it has been so long - this is one of those details that has faded from memories, as these things do. What I can tell you though is that we eliminated Jackie Bands from the playoffs at least once and I still feel good about that (did you know I later teamed up with Jackie near the end of his career? I did, I remembered that tidbit just now, that's how those things go). Anyway, I was drafted to the Memphis Mambas along with about fifty other players in the same draft. I believe we had Vince Carswell too and that hammer guy at receiver. We grabbed my buddy Antonio Gonzalez as well, so we got to stay together. My first cornerback pairing was with the great Vivian Allison, a real winner that one. We worked well together. I think we won a title while I was in Memphis, pretty cool stuff - that team was pretty solid all-around, and we competed most years. Later in my career I decided to leave Memphis in free agency, the team went in a new direction and our general manager stepped away and so I did as well. I don't know if that was the right decision or not. I think I went to Toronto next to team up with that running back, Carson - that dude can carry the ball, let me tell you. I may have played somewhere else in-between those stints, but like I told you, this memory thing is tough to do. So, Jackie Bands ended up coming to Toronto with me at some point. Look, we were both washed, but, we still resolved our differences and teamed up. That's what you do. It didn't go well, but we still did it. Later on I went to Denver to try to win a title, which we didn't do, but we had a great season. Of course, by we, I mean the rest of the team and not me - I was bad. Age comes for you fast, and speaking of fast - you become slow. Slow is bad in this league, if you've been living under a rock. So, that hurt me quite a bit, the aging step I had. But, now that I'm on the other side of it, I can look back and say that I had some fun in a couple of games. Specifically when I had four interceptions in a game and then more specifically when I had five in a game. I mean, at some point you just stop trying to throw the ball, right? I would've. It was too fucking easy. That was my best day in the EFL, for sure. It can't be topped, probably won't ever be. Because this ends my time here, and in some way, ends my existence. As I fade from the EFL's memory, so to I fade from my life, my essence. It's like I only existed to be here and now that I'm not, I'm free. I'm free.
  4. I guess we are finally here. They say that time comes for us all, and they aren't lying - it came for me in the night without warning. One season I was competing for the league lead in interceptions, setting records for interceptions in a game, making a run at the career interception mark - and the next season I was almost completely irrelevant. With lots of time left and the career record in sight, I fell off of a cliff. It was, how to put this, not fun. I still buckled down and did what I could to fight off the effects of my age and deteriorating skill, but it's nigh impossible. So, that's how it went for a few years and then, that dark mistress came for me again. One season I'm making a run at a title, trying to win a championship - the kind of thing I used to do back in my youth, really just going for it. Then, the next thing I know, I'm retired. Not with an announcement, not with any decision making on my part - it was decided for me. "You're not good enough anymore." "The league has outgrown you." "You're old and washed." Well, tell me how you really feel Elite Football League, please, it only hurts a little. So here I am, penning this announcement that I didn't have a choice in making. Making this statement with a smile and a wave, but it's not really the one I want to be making. I want to be saying, "I'll see ya next year, I'll be back better than ever." But, those times are gone now aren't they? They went by in a flash, in but a glimpse. One moment you're at the top, the next you're at the top of the trash heap. Thus, my time in the EFL has come to a close. An end. A fitting one - cast aside and disregarded, fading quickly from memory. But a blip on the radar. So goes the story of Mikey 2 Dope, an unassuming cornerback with no real aspirations or goals - who turned into a damn fine player with a shot at some real legacy defining records. I set the single game interception record - twice. I couldn't reach the career marks. I couldn't win any awards. But I still feel a made an impact, however small. And now, I will rest.
  5. Perfect season extends to the playoffs
  6. Casual 51/51 and 36/36 nbd
  7. Perfect season complete.
  8. @Renomitsu Emidas is not Mowanabe Bad, I am.
  9. Just casually breaking records that have held since S2
  10. Got 'em, time to sign elsewhere
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