Always the Back-Up QB, Never the Bride

so much wonderment in the world of love and football these days. first and most importantly, la commish's prospects for this month have recently taken a turn for the better. she will not share details, as they are enough to make even the trollops who read this blog blush. suffice it say, la commish is a naughty girl. punish her accordingly.

secondly, having absolutely no time to research football stats for her phreaders, la commish must cull the contents for this blog from other areas of interest, mainly her personal life.

as anyone who lives in new york and follows football surely knows, coach tom coughlin is in a revolving door that won't stop, one exit being an extension of contract and another the unemployment office. well, should anyone feel the need to offer the head coach position to la commish, who is all about nurturing and caring for a locker room full of men whose bodies are machines, she would have to gracefully decline. for la commish has already accepted the position of maid of honor for her dear friend and former college roommate sara (who is referenced by name because she-misguidedly-did not accept la commish's offer to play in the -vagina mono-league- and therefore does not have a fabulous team name. ) this position makes la commish feel not only popular, but the MOST popular!

maid of honor, bitches! you know what that means? i've got first pick on the groomsmen!...

in a recent conversation with leaguofourown's favorite west coast correspondent, la commish had the chance to talk a little football with him (when they weren't comparing numbers.) turns out, the back-up quarterback is a senior position on the team. his job is to help coach the quarterback and keep him informed on what he needs to know. which seems counter-intuitive to la commish (the fact that your back-up, who is ostensibly vying for your position, is supposed to watch your back) but no one ever said football is a game that makes sense.

so sarah, i publicly take this moment to cheerlead for your upcoming nuptials and promise that come game time (err, wedding day) your back-up qb is gonna be right there with you. and i promise not to dump a freezing cooler of ice water over your head when the ceremony is over. (though i'll be tempted...)

la commish (l.) during her college gangsta days with the bride-to-be.

if la commish were a rich women, she would shower them with real estate and season tickets.....