To be sure that those of you advancing aren't getting too hopeful and excited, let me fill you in on who will win this tournament: Volball.
Many of you have not had the horrible curse of having been in the Harry-Duckmin dynasty, or otherwise encountered this players. Let me try and explain it to you.
Volball will eff you up. He will skin you alive by half-time, and wear you like a bathrobe with your intestines tied around him like a sash. He will then spray your skinless body with lemon juice.
Volball will eff you up.
Volball will rape you long and hard. He will rape you so hard, that you will feel the creeping shame in the third quarter of actually starting to like it.
Volball will eff you up.
He will blow you out so bad that your physical body will literally fall apart. He will sell your kidneys on ebay. He will grill your heart on his Foreman Grill. He will eat Apple Jacks cereal out of the top of your skull while watching Barca replays. He will find a sweet little blind girl and donate your corneas to her, and then force her to play him in NCAA just to beat her blind again with your corneas.
Volball will eff you up.
Volball won't just post highlights of beating your ass senseless, he'll also post highlights of him banging your sister.
He will eff you up.
Volball will drop 3 TD's on you in the 2nd quarter, and then sell drugs to your children at halftime.
He WILL eff you up.
Volball feels no emotion, no remorse. He can't feel pain. He can't be killed and he can't be slowed down. All you can do is pray he is merciful and crushes you before half time.
If you ever have the misfortune of volball entering one of your dynasty threads asking for a spot, remain still and very quiet. Post nothing and hope he goes away. His vision is based on movement.
His most powerful sense is his sense of smell. He can literally smell the plays you select through your headset, so it is best to not talk to him during the game.
A little-known fact about Volball is that he is actually polydactyl, meaning he actually has multiple thumbs on each of his 7 hands. This partly explains his god-like stick skills.
A word to the wise: do not attempt to throw the ball more than 20 yards. It will be intercepted. I promise. Being open doesn't matter. In fact, I advise you to throw the ball as little as possible, attempt every 4th and short on his side of the 50, and run clock like Jessica Alba is waiting to **** your brains out in the next room.