Longtime readers know what comes next: the season ends, the confetti is swept, and the historian walks the ledger down to the archive to see what actually changed. Most Decembers, the answer is a line or two. This December rewrote the top of the book.
Ben Cunnion's championship — his third, after 2020 and 2024, and his second in a row — ties Kevin Jones's mark of three, a record that had stood alone since Kevin completed his own trilogy in 2018. Thirteen seasons of Heavyweights football, 2013 to 2025, and the all-time championship table now reads: Cunnion three, Kevin Jones three, and everyone else looking up. In a league where the archive is the only afterlife, this is the headline of the year, the decade, and — Hall of Fame page, champions section, see for yourself, a record without a citation is a rumor — the franchise.
And the manner of it. History will remember that this was not a steamroll; it was a heist conducted in broad daylight over three consecutive weeks. Cunnion entered the bracket as the four-seed at 8-6 — a champion's record only in the sense that it belonged to the eventual champion. In Week 15 he ended Brian Jones's season, 161.56 to 136.40. In Week 16 he walked into the building of the one-seed, Evan Sinn's 11-3 juggernaut, and walked out a 162.96 to 140.00 winner. And in the Week 17 final he dismantled the league's highest-scoring team, Nick Inman's TacoDreams, 152.88 to 104.70. Three rounds, three teams seeded above him, three double-digit wins. The 2020 ring came with a better record. This one came with a better story.
Now, the grief ledger, because a proper season review is mostly a catalog of the almosts.
Evan Sinn, 11-3, fourth place. The best regular-season record in the league bought Sinn a first-round bye's worth of expectations and none of the protection. After the semifinal loss to Cunnion, he dropped the third-place game to Justin Waitt, 118.34 to 90.42, and finished fourth — fourth! — in a season he led wire to wire. Sinn already owns two rings, 2016 and 2019, so the archive files this under misfortune rather than tragedy. The archive has stricter definitions than the group chat does.
Nick Inman, and the ring that still waits. Understand what 2025 was for TacoDreams: the scoring title at 2,049.08 — the only club to clear two thousand — a 10-4 record, a 109-45 all-play mark, and the first championship game appearance of Inman's career — the archive shows no other. All those seasons of waiting, and the final lasted about four lineup slots. 152.88 to 104.70 is the kind of scoreline the archive doesn't editorialize about, because it doesn't have to. Inman remains, alongside Ollie Simmonds, one of our two finalists without a ring — a club nobody petitions to join and nobody is allowed to leave on their own schedule. His season was magnificent. The book only bolds one line, and it isn't the scoring title.
Brian Jones, the champion who keeps being made to prove it the hard way. The 209.44 that Threat Level Midnight hung in Week 10 was the highest single week anyone posted all season — a monument, promptly bulldozed by the bracket. Jones drew the eventual champion in round one and exited 161.56 to 136.40, then won the fifth-place game 103.44 to 96.30 over Trent Harley, which is the sort of consolation the Greeks would have written a shorter play about. Longtime readers know the litany: the 2017 title, the three runner-up finishes since the beginning, the near-misses stacked like cordwood. He remains a champion. The tragedy was never that he lacked a ring; it's that the mountain keeps letting him see the top.
The margins page. Week 12: Cunnion 193.46, Ryan El Masri's ArabMamba6 86.42 — a 107.04-point blowout, the widest of the season, and in hindsight a warning shot fired in November. Week 13: Sinn over Jones, 88.62 to 88.44. Eighteen one-hundredths of a point. Somewhere in the archive, that margin will someday decide an argument neither man has had yet. And the postseason's loudest week belonged not to the champion but to the vanquished: Inman's 172.10 in the Week 16 semifinal — highest playoff score of the year — spent on beating Waitt's Diamond Dogs, one round before the final took the rest.
What the book says now. Three titles: Cunnion, Kevin Jones. Two: Sinn. One apiece: Penney, Waitt, Weaver, Elliott Simmonds, Brian Jones — the class of 2017 forever safe in its glass case. Zero, with a finalist's asterisk: Inman and Ollie. Zero, without one: the rest, and the archive is patient.
Thirteen seasons are now filed where the cookout can't amend them — standings, brackets, prices, every champion back to Kevin Jones in 2013, all of it one click deep on the pages this network launched today. Go read your own history. Some of you will enjoy it.
History will remember this. That's not a promise anymore. As of today, it's infrastructure.