I'd give you the final score, but I'm still racking up points

I've got a player going tonight...Plaxico Burress. (Who would name their kid Plaxico? Must be the sister of the woman who named her kid Pacman Jones, another NFL player.)

So anyway, the score is now 142.80 to 72.27. I didn't just beat my misogynistic cousin, I slaughtered him and will take his place (third) in the overall rankings. So today I awoke to find this posted on the league site.

Another Confession by: The Verdict
Nov 20 9:04am
The Secene: Father O'Reilley, visitng his sister in Willoughby, Ohio, is hearing confessions at Immaculate Conception church. A depressed Hoosier enters the confessional.

H: Good Morning, Father.
F: Good morning, my son.
H: Look, I haven't done this since I was sixteen, so I need a little help here.
F: Fine. You're supposed to start with "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned".
H: That's right. I forgot.
F: Why haven't you gone to confession for all these years?
H: There's too much ground to cover, but that's another story.
F: So why are you here today?
H: You won't believe what I did.
F: I've heard it all, son. Tell me what sin you have committed that would bring you back to confession after twenty-six years.
H: It's unmentionable.
F: You must tell me. Did you fail to keep Holy the Sabbath?
H: Worse.
F: Get caught with a horse?
H: Still worse.
F: Murder?
H: No.
F: The only thing worse is losing to a girl in something sports-related. Surely you did not commit this most grievous offense against God and Mankind?
H: I did.
F: Jesus Christ! Are you related to Rudy Sxxxxxx?
H: Yes, he's my cousin. How did you know?
F: He was in here last week for the same thing. Forget I said that.
H: It's forgotten.
F: What the hell is wrong with you people? Was this the same girl?
H: Yes.
F: And she's younger than you?
H: Yes.
F: For God's sake, I have to put a stop to this. Do you have children?
H: Yes.
F: So, it's too late to stop the genetic transfer of this odious trait. Well, at least I can keep it from spreading any further. As your pennance, I want you to have a vasectomy, AND STOP LOSING TO GIRLS!
H: Yes, Father. Thank you.
F: Get out of here.