Head Coach of the Madison Firebirds
For this final interview, I wanted someone who wouldn't dodge the tough questions. I needed a man who's brother is dating Kimbo Slice. Or, perhaps a man who has no feeling in his nipples which has in turn left him with no feeling in his soul. A man who lives with Satan's younger brother, Nic Tyson. It couldn't hurt if he looked suspiciously like Davy Jones from The Monkees either. There is such a man you say? That's right, and he has taken time out of his busy schedule of doing anything other than fantasy football, to chat with me.
Some of you may be wondering, "Ryan why didn't you gush like this about my interview?" First of all, quit your bitching. Second of all, he is the only one of you who sought ME out to do an interview. When I told him this would be my final interview before I took my post as Charles Kinzie's personal
R.L: Davy, what is the story behind your mascot, the Firebird?
D.W: As a young man, several of my friends realized that a specific piece of my chest hair looked like a bird. Later it become more refined and everyone called it a Firebird. I got sick in Vegas one night, the next thing I knew I had Firebird chest hair.
R.L: This past weekend you lost another game to your in city rivals, the Madison Chupacabras. Have you considered moving the team out of Madison, in order to garnish your own fan base?
D.W: You know Ryan, I had not thought about it but it is a pretty good idea. Wait, did you just say garnish? That makes no sense. Clearly the Chupas own me right now. That is something I may consider before the start of next season. If it comes down to who has the smaller penis though, I will be staying in Madison and Tyson will be out looking for a new city to embarrass.
R.L: This season you have been very quiet. Is that all part of your strategy?
D.W: If it was, I wouldn't tell you. I don't like to let on to plans, certainly not this late in the season. Honestly though, alot of my silence can be blamed on the ginger and all of his ginger bull shit. Pay your dues, don't be mean, the trade deadline is coming.......ginger bitch.
R.L: Whoa. That sort of leads us into my next questions, how do you feel Chuck has done as the commissioner this year?
D.W: He is a ginger bitch.
R.L: Point taken. Is there a team in the league that you are afraid to play?
D.W: The Cupacabras. No doubt about it. Plus I live with the coach, so when I lose he just won't let it go all week.
R.L: Do you think your team will make the playoffs?
D.W: (laughs, then says nothing)
R.L: OK......I think. This week you are playing the Seattle Tree Humpers, who just put up 173 points against the Clams. How do you plan on stopping them offensively?
D.W: For starters, I am going to do everything that Sweeney didn't. His game plan was pointless. My plan is to pull my head out of my ass and realize that I can not outscore them, but I can contain them. Hopefully.
R.L: This question was submitted by one of our readers, What is your favorite beer?
D.W: Whatever is in the fridge
R.L: (pause) Is that it?
D.W: Yea, why?
R.L: Nothing, I was just told there would be some mumbling and something about a small penis, but never mind. Have you taken joy in watching Coach Sweeney's Clams lose 4 games in a row?
D.W: There are really no words to express how amazing it is to watch him self-destruct. Plus now I can knock him out of the playoffs, which would be the greatest moment of life. Not just mine, but all life. The single greatest moment of ALL life, me getting the last playoff spot over Sweens.
R.L: Now when we had Lou Olsen on the show, he asked me to ask you about something. Has Carson Palmer ever knit you a sweater?
D.W: Why would Carson Palmer knit me a sweater?
R.L: Because he is on your team and......
D.W: No Ryan, you have me confused with the other Madison team. You are the worst interviewer EVER!!!!!! Do you even do research before you meet with people? I am glad you are leaving, because quite frankly you are horrible at this. It's possible that you are a better football player than a journalist, not likely but possible.
R.L: I'm sorry. I didn't know I couldn't do that. Umm, so hey. Currently there is a vote on the table regarding keepers in the league. What is your stance?
D.W: Due to the extraordinary amount of offensive power on my team, I am voting for one keeper. The way I see it, if my team only has one good player then so should everyone else's. Hooray for me and to hell with everyone else!!
R.L: Who are you going to keep?
D.W: Matt Cassel
R.L: Why?
D.W: He scored 40 points in that one game, so I have to believe he will do it at least once next season too.
R.L: Davy, if you were the GM of every team in the league, which coach deserves to be fired?
D.W: Probably Coach Ginger Balls because I beat him.....twice. Keep Sweeney because without him the league would be a hollow shell. Blake Derr would also be on the chopping block, mostly because we at the Firebirds organization are pro-dog life. Tyson should probably get fired too, mostly because I don't like him. Everyone else would be safe.
R.L: The last thing I would like to talk with you about is not a comfortable subject. Is it alright if I ask you about the porch incident?
D.W: Sure. I took a dump on some body's porch. It was a number 2 emergency and at the time that porch seemed like the best option.
R.L: Thank you Davy, for being so open and honest with me. Now it's time for our questionnaire. Which I stole from James Lipton, who stole it from Bernard Pivot, who actually stole it from Marcel Proust.
What is your favorite word?
D.W: Giddy-up
R.L: What is your least favorite word?
D.W: Chupacabra
R.L: What turns you on?
D.W: Antonio Banderas Scented Cologne
R.L: What turns you off?
D.W: Fig Newtons
R.L: What is your favorite curse word?
D.W: Turd Burglar
R.L: What sound or noise do you love?
D.W: A good solid fart
R.L: What sound or noise do you hate?
D.W: A good solid fart from somebody else
R.L: What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
D.W: Dishwasher at a strip club
R.L: What profession would you not like to attempt?
D.W: Dirty Pirate Hooker
R.L: If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
D.W: We're Closed!!
R.L: If there is no heaven and you are reincarnated as some other plant or animal, what would it be?
D.W: A sloth, I need to get my beauty sleep
R.L: Well Davy, that is all for you. Is there anything you would like to add?
D.W: Yes Ryan, last week my team played to their full potential. That's right take that in, try and wrap your brain around it. My team is horrible, but I still look forwarding to beating the shit out of everyone of you.............next year.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. I will miss most of you and thank you for the amazing opportunity to sit and talk with you. Since this is my last article at WWS Weekly, I would like to confirm that part of the champions prize is my 1998 Starting Lineup action figure. It's a limited edition that I gave to Lou Olsen as a gift. I guess that is what he thinks of gifts from famous athletes. Olsen, you are a son of a bitch. This blog is nothing without me. Blake and Nic, no hard feelings.....but for the record you both missed out.
In closing I would like to leave you with my Championship pick. Now I projected the entire playoffs in making my pick, here is how I think it will shake down. I believe the CYO will make it to the championship game..............and defeat the Seattle Tree Humpers. If you don't like it, tough shit. Here I come Chuckles, you giant ginger whore. For the final time.........
Leaf, out!!!