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Play from 0:00 Cold open

Welcome to the biggest show on earth, or at least the biggest show in ten group chats, because this is The Sunday Funday League, week three, and I've been pacing my kitchen since Monday waiting to tell you about it. Ten teams, one hundred bucks a head, and a one thousand dollar pot sitting out there like a buffet nobody's allowed to touch yet. And this week? This week had everything. Heroes, heartbreak, a bench decision that should be studied by scientists, and waiver money flying around like somebody found a coupon. Somebody's cruising, somebody's sinking, and somebody's draft strategy is still holding up in ways that defy physics. Remember, last year's Sacko came with a full banana costume at the draft, so if you're feeling a little slippery right now, you should be. Buckle up, because I've seen the tape and you are not ready.

Play from 0:49 Standings

Let's take a stroll down the ladder, and folks, the top rung has a lawn chair bolted to it. Omar is three and oh with four hundred and eighty-six points, the most in the league, so yes, he deserves every inch of that view. Right behind him, also three and oh, is Danny, on just three hundred and eighty-one points, which tells you that printed magazine cheat sheet is somehow holding together with staples and pure faith. Kenji and Sam sit at two and one, close enough to smell that six hundred dollar first-place check.

Now the record nobody saw coming: Teddy, our defending champion, has the second-most points at four hundred and forty-five and is sitting at one and two. Teddy is putting up numbers and getting nothing back.

And down in the basement it's an all-out race for the Sacko. Benny is dead last at oh and three. But Hugo is oh and three right beside him, and Hugo has been here before. Last year that Sacko came with a full banana costume on draft night. Hugo, buddy, I am begging you, don't go back to the produce aisle.

Play from 1:52 The week in the league

Speaking of begging, this week had a few lineups doing plenty of it, so let's get into the games.

We start quiet, because this one was a nail-biter. Danny edged Teddy one hundred and forty-eight to one hundred and forty, a margin of seven point eight eight, and it came down to one man. Bijan Robinson went for thirty-four points for Danny, and Teddy never had an answer for him. Now here's what'll make you wince. Teddy, our defending champion, left Drake London on his bench with twenty-four points. Teddy's best possible lineup scored more than Danny actually put up. The trophy shelf is crying. And Danny's no saint either. He benched Sam Darnold and his twenty-eight points and left thirty-six points on the bench overall. He won anyway, and somewhere a printed magazine is taking a bow.

Okay, now I get loud, because we've got blowouts. Jules and the Pancake Stack Attack poured syrup all over Benny, one hundred and sixty-four to ninety-seven, a margin of sixty-seven point two. That's not a matchup, that's a buffet! Your top performer of the week lives right there: Jahmyr Gibbs scored thirty-eight points for Jules and treated that defense like an open lane at the bowling alley. Benny, my friend, you run a team called The Snack Table, and this week the snack table got cleared. Brock Purdy gave you thirty-one points and you still lost by a landslide, because your Patriots defense scored negative one. Negative! That defense took points off the board like a toll booth. And here's the twist I love: the week's biggest bust played for the winning team. Jadarian Price started for Jules and scored one point. He's listed as out now, so he most likely got hurt during his game. Jules won by sixty-seven with a one-point running back in the lineup. That's how big this beatdown was.

Next blowout. Omar dropped one hundred and fifty-seven points on Marta, who answered with one hundred and three, and the margin was fifty-four. Jaxon Smith-Njigba scored thirty for Omar, and Omar left basically nothing on his bench. Marta, meanwhile, had Bo Nix on her bench with twenty-four points. Listen to me, you, yes you at home: if your quarterback scores twenty-four from the bench, check whether your lineup is set to autopilot.

Then a steadier one. Kenji's one hundred and nine wasn't enough against Priya's one hundred and twenty-five, a margin of fifteen point nine four. Tyler Shough threw for twenty-four points for Priya, and Kenji started Drake Maye, who gave him three. Three points from a quarterback is a fax machine in a smartphone world.

And last up, the one Hugo would rather forget. When the dust cleared it read Sam one hundred and sixty-two, Hugo one hundred and twenty-six, a margin of thirty-five point nine two. Geno Smith hit twenty-six for Sam, and his kicker Spencer Shrader chipped in twenty, which is just showing off. Sam even left Jacoby Brissett on the bench with twenty-six points and still won going away. Hugo had Harold Fannin on the bench with twenty-one points, and that won't help his costume situation. Hugo, I'm not saying start shopping for yellow fabric. I'm saying know where the store is.

Play from 5:08 Waiver wire

Speaking of shopping, let's hit the waiver wire, where this league spent like it was Black Friday.

Biggest splash goes to Jules, who dropped sixty bucks of FAAB on Ollie Gordon and cut MarShawn Lloyd, one of the most-dropped players in fantasy. Sixty! Jules, that's not a bid, that's a down payment. Overpay of the week, and I'll guarantee nobody else was within shouting distance. But Jules also grabbed Deshaun Watson off free agency, started him right away, and got twenty points. That's the add that paid the rent this week.

Danny spent thirty-six on Cam Ward, and Ward gave him nine. Somewhere a magazine cheat sheet is quietly blushing.

Kenji paid twenty-one for Alvin Kamara, among the most-added players in fantasy, and Sam scooped up Emanuel Wilson, another of the most-added, for free.

Now, Priya. Twenty-six bucks on Braelon Allen, then she dropped him for the Cincinnati Bengals defense. You ever buy a fancy shirt and return it for socks? That's this. At least her new kicker, Evan McPherson, chipped in twelve.

And Teddy, our champ, quietly snagged Tyreek Hill. Bold move.

Play from 6:17 Next week

Speaking of bold moves, let's peek at next week, because the schedule maker has a sense of humor.

Up top, Omar takes his perfect three and oh into a date with Benny, who sits at oh and three in the basement. First place against last place. Omar gets to stay on the throne. Benny gets to prove The Snack Table is more than a place people wander past on their way to something better. And Benny's carrying Justin Jefferson listed as out, so the snacks are running low.

Then Danny, the other unbeaten, faces Marta. Danny's magazine cheat sheet has to survive one more week before somebody finally checks the publication date. Marta has a chance to put a coffee ring right on the cover.

Now lean in, because this is where I live. Hugo against Jules, and for Hugo it's a must-win. Oh and three. Our reigning Sacko holder, the man who wore a full banana costume to draft night, has A.J. Brown on IR and the look of a guy already pricing out the sequel outfit. Jules just spent big on the wire and wants to cash it in.

So here's my call, and you can hold me to it. Hugo beats Jules. First win of the year. The banana gets peeled. If I'm wrong, I'll own it right here next week, nice and loud.

Play from 7:32 Sign-off

That's the guarantee, it's on tape, and I'm not taking it back. That's the show for this week of The Sunday Funday League. The recap lands every Wednesday morning, so set an alarm, pour the coffee, and be ready to hear your lineup get roasted. And to whoever's lurking at the bottom of the standings right now: the microphone's always on, and I'm coming for you next.