Fantasy football is around the corner – it’s a chance for unathletic guys who never played football or are well past their primes to sit in a bar or living room and argue about how sweet their drafts were over yours b/c…. Every draft has the following components. 1) Guy wearing favorite team/player’s jersey, as though they are channelling Peyton Manning himself. 2) Guy who takes forever between picks, then tries to draft Adrian Peterson in round five. He went second overall, dumbass. It took you that long and you thought he was on the board? 3) Guy who drafts a kicker or defense in round 3. Thanks for the donation. 4) Guy who drafts his favorite team’s players. Sure, you love the Browns. Colt McCoy was going to survive round 2, though. One year I played with a buddy who drafted Bengals, former Buckeyes, and white wide receivers. His team finished with a losing record.
Team names are always fun. I’m playing in a league w/ a dude who named his team, “Shhh…Let it Happen.” I am pretty sure he has a teenage girl locked up somewhere. I have settled on Team America, so I can call everyone else out on the message boards as a bunch of commies, terrorists, and even worse, hippies. Here’s to fantasy football, making me watch Seahawks vs. Cardinals b/c my backup tight end needs to catch 35 yards worth of passes – oh, wait, he’s hurt and I lost. Thanks for nothing, fantasy football.
Do I sense a bitter undertone in your blog today Chris? (I mean more than usual.) Mayhaps if you followed your own advice and drafted a better team, rather than drafting Frank (I’m injured again) Gore every year you would have a shot at beating my back to back champion Golden Gipps squad. See you on draft day…chump.