The Talented Mr. Roto: Love/Hate for Week 15
I am deathly sick.
Not the kind of deathly sick you get when you have been on national TV telling folks to sit Larry Johnson and the underperforming bum decides to get 200 yards and two touchdowns.
Not the kind of deathly sick where you wake up from a long night of partying and, upon opening your eyes, you ask yourself, "Oh, no. What have I done?"
Not the kind of deathly sick where you actually feel fine but you can't tell your boss that "Sean got backstage ...
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