Murder and Mayhem in the MFL
The season begins, as all good autumn stories do, with a murder.
Ravens owner Jeremy Bonk is none too pleased with the new Mackinaw City Murder, the freshly relocated and rebranded Arkdale franchise. The problem? According to Bonk, the Murder's logo structure and color scheme look suspiciously familiar.
This is not the sort of thing you want happening when your team's entire identity is built around a large black bird traditionally associated with death, bad omens, and showing up at the exact moment everything has gone horribly wrong.
And yet here we are.
The irony is particularly delicious because the West may be turning into a literal avian bloodbath. Missouri enters the season with Josh Allen, Ashton Jeanty and the increasingly complicated Josh Jacobs situation hanging over the franchise. Newly-minted Mack City has (appropriately) Christian McCaffrey, DeVonta Smith, and enough cap space to make trade deadline waves. And of course the only non-bird team in the division is the one that will repeatedly smash its head into a patio window.
And Chicago?
The Ravens are just sitting on the telephone wires, watching. Or maybe not the telephone wires, but the power lines at the Levi’s Stadium substation.
Not a Murder of Crows, but an Unkindness of Ravens. That’s actually an old-timey term for a flock of ravens, you know. Trust me: look it up on the Internet, where you’ll also find lifestyle photos and investment advice from totally-legit professional football player Daejon Love.
Like crows, Ravens are attracted to shiny objects. And there’s nothing shinier than a Super Bowl ring. So I'm taking the Chicago Ravens to win the West and glide to the Super Bowl.
Maybe Jeremy has a legitimate grievance. Maybe the Murder really did steal the Ravens' aesthetic. Maybe, as the ancient proverb goes, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Or maybe this is simply what happens when you put middle-aged men in charge of fantasy football franchises and give two of them the same idea: black birds, angry logos, and an unhealthy fascination with death.
Either way, the Unkindness is coming.
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While the Ravens are circling the trophy, the rest of the league is busy providing them with a mix of predators and carrion.
I'm taking Pittsburgh to win the East. The Spears have the two whitest QBs in the league: Drake “Drake Maye” Maye and Patrick Mahomes. Then there’s Achane, Hampton, JSN, CeeDee, and Nabers. And at any moment, Cam “Jon Bruney Jr.” Skattebo is ready to burst through brick walls like the Kool-Aid Man. The Spears don't need to fly. They just need to wait for something to land.
In the Central, I'm taking Orlando. The Oracles have Jahmyr Gibbs and Ja'Marr Chase, which makes them capable of turning a Pick ‘Em into an afternoon in Lindsay Clancy’s basement. And by the end of the day, not even hormonal Millennial TikTok detectives will question who’s responsible for the carnage that occurred there.
Miami might play spoiler, if only because Dave Wills has returned from retirement to rebuild the Mafia. After dropping Derrick Henry due to totally misunderstanding the No Kings rally, he’s retooled with a young, hungry roster. The Mafia may not be ready to rule the Central yet, but they’ll make life miserable for anyone who assumes Dave came back just to wave at the fans and enjoy the complimentary senior coffee.
Then there's D.C.
I'm taking the Dinosaurs as the top wild-card team and being neck-and-brachiosaurus-neck to win the East. Because what is a dinosaur?
A giant, terrifying ancestor of a bird.
The Dinosaurs don't even have to fly. They are the thing that made flying necessary.
D.C. has Breece Hall, James Cook, and TreVeyon Henderson, along with Justin Jefferson, Puka, and Drake London. That's a lot of offensive firepower for something that should technically be extinct. So while the Ravens are circling overhead, D.C. is lumbering out of the prehistoric fog behind them, reminding everyone that before there were flocks, there were monsters.
And then there's Missouri, which was my original pick to win the West until Josh Jacobs' situation turned the Peregrines into perhaps the most interesting question mark in the league. Josh Allen and Ashton Jeanty are still enough to make Missouri dangerous, but the Peregrines are now soaring through some very questionable weather.
Which brings us back to Chicago.
The Ravens have Garrett Wilson, A.J. Brown, D.J. Moore, and Scary Terry providing the air attack, with K-9 and David Montgomery getting it done on the ground. And look for a huge comeback season from Bucky Irving. The Ravens are going to ride that Bucky Beaver all the way to the promised land, much like I did to a certain statue outside of America’s Favorite Gas Station while rolling on Molly and BlueChew.
The bathrooms were immaculate. The jail cell was not.
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Predictions
East: Pittsburgh Spears
Central: Orlando Oracles
West: Chicago Ravens
Play-in Game: D.C. Dinosaurs vs. Missouri Peregrines
MVP: Jahmyr Gibbs
Rookie of the Year: Jeremiyah Love
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And so we conclude another season of MFL football: an Unkindness of Ravens, a Murder wearing stolen colors, a Peregrine with a legal cloud hanging over its nest, a Phoenix returning from retirement, and eleven other men who presumably have jobs and families but somehow decided this is how they're spending their free time.
So obviously I'm taking the Chicago Ravens to win the West.
And I'm taking them all the way to the Super Bowl.
Where they will discover that the natural enemy of a Raven isn't another bird.
Sometimes it's a Spear.
Pittsburgh will wait patiently for the Ravens to circle the trophy.
The Ravens will circle.
The Ravens will descend.
The Ravens will smell blood.
Then they'll stab them.
Pittsburgh Spears. Super Bowl champions.
The Ravens will have flown all the way across the country, only to discover that a bird's-eye view doesn't always notice the doofus holding a pointy object.
The fans at the Carrier Dome will have no idea what they just witnessed, only knowing that it was exhilarating and icky at the same time, just like a Diana Rossini hot tub party.
And after yet another exasperating loss in the Big Game, Jeremy Bonk will say enough is enough, load up the Mayflower trucks, and relocate his 28 year-old professional roster to Baton Rouge, Louisiana, demanding to play in the SEC.
The LSU Unkindness. I like the sound of that.
Regards,
--The Purple Pimp