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Outside, Valley's wrestling team was watching. They posed as money-holder-on-to-ers, and Zack--only street smart to his suburban brethren--gave them all the fantasy money.
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| Gee, Zack. Last time I had the first pick in something, I ended up with a Tonka truck in my peehole. I guess I'll take Jon Carney with the first overall pick. | |
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| Screech, now I can't screw over my friends! You were supposed to pick good players and then trade them all to me so that I would win the draft. I guess I'll take LaDanian Tomlinson now. | |
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In a plan more elaborate than necessary, Zack enlisted the aid of Screech, who dressed up like NFL commissioner Paul Tagliabue to convince Valley to give the money back.
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| Okay, preppie, pretend I have acid-washed jeans on. As an all-state athlete in whatever's convenient. I know a lot about football. I'm taking Sean Alexander with the third pick. Your turn, mama. | |
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| Pig. Since Tori can't be here this season, I'll pick for her. And since I'm here to represent the ladies, I'm taking one myself: Peyton Manning. Solidarity, sisters! | |
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Zack accidentally said something about it to Belding, who quickly righted things after finding out just "what was going on here." Zack didn't learn his lesson, doing something similar the next week.
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| My family has fallen on rough times. I can't afford the entry fee. But if I could pick, I would take Priest Holmes. We should have done the draft at The Max though, so that I could see Jeff. I mean... | |
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| I'm buying three tickets with my dad's credit card, and I'll pick Edge James, Willis McGahee, and Daunte Culpepper, all smooth brothers. Wait, I don't have a racial identity. | |
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