Editor’s note:

I am troubled by the increasingly disturbing trend of Grinders stripping down to their underwear… in full view of other unsuspecting grinders. It started early on in Session 1, in what I assumed at the time was a one-off, when Christopher “Tell Me How My Ass Tastes” Cole bared said ass from the upper deck, much to his own delight and the gym’s horror. Things only have devolved. A few weeks ago, I was minding my IPA at the scorer table when I saw a gleaming white light coming from the hallway. Concerned it was a some sort of ghost – I concentrated my sight just long enough to see Mark “check me out” Doyle, in the doorway, in nothing but boxers. Why? Nobody knows, but there he was. Still – it got worse last week. After all grinds were over, I was dismayed as I picked up the stats… and saw Fucking Helmet standing in the middle of the gym, with only socks and boxers on. It made me long for the day of that in-shape Doyle sighting. I’m scarred. All of us who saw are scarred. And by the way – there’s a fucking changing room upstairs, you degenerate knobs. Anyway – here’s our beat writers weekly effort:

Dear Grinders,       I have to apologize for a lack of a week 5 review. Truth be told, Nashville kicked my ass. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen the depths of a hangover quite like a 4-day bender that never stopped. At certain points I didn’t remember my own name let alone who did what in which game.
Week 6 review……. starting to feel better……finally……..