2008 Grudiron Champion. Again.

And the WINNER of the 2008 Grudiron matchup between me and Grudly Mandinko is.....

Well, what a suprise. It's me. ME. MEEEEEEE.

This places, for another year, the coveted and undisputed Grudiron Champion ship belt squarely when it belongs: around my georgous waist.

If the damn belt fit around my georgous waist, I mean. Consider it a New Years Resolution.

5 out of 6 years we have been here with Leebo in Victory Lane. The prize: dinner and drinks at the Winner's choice.

And the Winner is me. Me. ME. MEEEEEEE.

By 4 games. It was never that close.

Grud was up by a few games early, but like the cream The Leeman is, I rose to the top and layethed the smacketh down on Mike G's bottom-feeding prognosticating candy ass. (That's right. I called you Mike G. Ya gock.)

I don't know where I will make Mike G. (also known as "Tim") take me for dinner. The one lone time he won, he made me take him to Shula's.

I thought that was pretty damn cool until I got the bill.

45 dollars for the "Shula Cut". Two Shula Cuts and two beers each was over a hundred bucks.

I remember taking a dump the next morning and thinking "That was the Shula Cut".

45 bucks. Nothing left but a quick flush.

I won't hurt my dear friend like that. In fact, his recent actions indicate that I should really just have him take me to breakfast.

Waffles, anyone?