2. Knowing that if I hadn't, um, overslept on Sunday morning, I could have pulled out Willie Parker (who I swear is just playing a cruel joke on me this fantasy season) and started Jamaal Charles instead (who had just eight rushing yards...but still, they would have been enough).
3. Knowing that if I had started Marques Colston (140 receiving yards) or Mushin Muhammed (38 receiving yards and a TD) over Bernard Berrian (an amazing zero catches for zero yards after four straight solid fantasy weeks), I would have won going away.
4. Knowing that I once held leads in the week of 25-0 and 95-45.
5. Wondering what the pro sports equivalent of my epic collapse is and my mind immediately settling on the 1951 Dodgers, just to rub a mountain of salt into the wounds . Hey, did you know that Bobby Thomson hit a home run to win that pennant for the Giants? No, seriously. It was in all the papers.
6. Immediately taking solace in the fact that my fantasy basketball team won 8-1 in a dominating performance this last week.
7. Immediately getting shot in the dick once again upon finding out that my second-best player (Josh Smith) is out 2-4 weeks with a sprained ankle.
I guess my point is this: I completely love fantasy sports and they have never disappointed me in any way.
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