The day of drafting draws near and I, lowly football lover am thrust into a moment of gambling glee. Fantasy Football is something that, ten years ago, I would have called very stupid. Now it is a way beyond the video game for an aging athlete to interact with the game. Let’s be real, some folks stay in the game through their kids. It becomes very obvious early on that the kid is a conduit for their own love. I’ve treaded dangerously close to that line time and again, often reminding my kids they could quit the game as a way to remind myself it isn’t about me. Fantasy is all about me and my ability to read the situation accurately.
The situation, as it were, is as complex as it is fluid. Nowadays you have to think about schedules, player contracts, police records, and more. The balance of so many factors is a slippery slope, so much so that there is no possibility that the fantasy game is rigged.
So with a fair game, how do I fare? Not great lately. This is about putting in the time and critical thinking and in order to win you gotta do both. You also need a small bit of luck. I mean, who predicted Jonas Gray would run for like a million yards in three games?
Some Thoughts:
- Marg Hellenberger is kinda odd. Her level of plastic surgery makes her appear very inhuman. Now, I can only imagine what it is like for someone to have to kiss her on screen and feign deep attraction.