The tally marks have been ticked. The bribes have been cashed in. The palms have all been appropriately greased. America (Ferrara) has spoken (asking us to wipe that grease off our palms before manhandling her traveling pants). And the Razzball Commenter League 2011-12 season is finito.

Every March, the fine city of Chicago hosts a race called the Chi-diterod. It’s like Alaska’s Iditerod, but with a charitable food drive element. Also, the only huskies involved in the Midwestern team race are the super fat dudes eating knockwurst for breakfast.

Just two more weeks to go. It’s just your team, Peta, Kato and a shizzton of tribute/dog hybrids at the cornucopia. Save your arrows and shoot them straight. With just 13 more fantasy days left in the RCLs, now is the time you begin separating the meat from the shaft.

Busy week, this Week 15, what with the March Madnessing and the baseballing. It’s always tough in the fantasy basketball world because we’re all like children in front of a pet store window: Everything I see is fluffy and wonderful and I want all of it all to myself!

Week 14 dropped off a poopy and left without saying sorry. This is another way of saying it’s almost April and the end of fantasy basketball is nigh (that’s not another way of saying this).

And as the winds mercifully shift away from the poo and toward the playoffs, it’s time to incorporate another facet to the RCL scoreboard.

Unlucky Week 13 is gone with the wind, having left 16 teams exactly where we left them in Week 12. It happens. More teams are giving up. More teams are increasing their stat cat distance from the guy behind them. Like a professional slam dancer with three hip-replacements, less movement is inevitable.

Twelve weeks down six weeks left to go. Or if you’re a fractionista, you might say we’re two-thirds done. If you’re a percentagist, you might say we’re 67 percent complete. If you’re impatient, you might tell me to shut up and get on with it.

Just when you were starting to get to know Week 11, it peed all over your toilet seat, finished off your leftover orange chicken from the Jade Dragon, scratched all your Stooges records and drove westward toward the Pacific.  Life will never be quite the same.

Things after nine weeks are continuing to move with less movement than Amar’e Stoudemire going for a rebound. Only one team chute ‘n’ laddered more than 10 spots this week. Van Gundy Death Stare (which I misread as Van Gundy’s Death Star every single week) dropped 11 spots this week, which was inevitably going to happen to any team stuck with Nene, Derrick Rose, Turkoglu’s rotting corpse and the entire Pacers rotation.

Week 8 bangs and shimmies its way to a close with seven of last week’s 10 top teams staying right where we left them. Week 7 saw the bottom feeders remaining sedentary. This week it’s the top feeders. Also, I’m pretty sure “top feeders” is not a term for anything.