As this wackamole of a season careened off the rails, tumbling down Mt. Sinai, banging through the rapids of the River Styx and resting someplace in a stagecoach on the cactus-strewn road to Houston, a sprawling city with zero planning & zoning, there was a consensus among the punditocracy.
Including in these quarters at the vast 13 acre campus of Seedy K Sports.
There really is not a best team this season, just one with enough survival gear to escape six games in a row.
And, then this happened.
We all started asking as the FF approached, is there one more surprise?