My fantasy world is crashing down around me. In one league I’m losing running backs. In another league my Wide receivers and Tight Ends combined for 11 points. In the 3rd league I just don’t have enough firepower to produce big points. This is going to be the year I need to reach out and make trades, but I am horrible at trades. I don’t even know who to trade for! I think part of the issue is my own failure to put in the time and effort. I’ve been feeling that a lot with the kids lately. This happens in games as well. They play and care so much more than me that they put in the hours where I don’t. Let’s not forget my reflexes are considerably slower as I age. All of this makes for a pretty potent cocktail of fail.
I’m tired of the failing. I’d love to be good at something again. Not sure that is going to happen in the gaming world. I fear I’ll always be just okay from here on out and likely on the spectrum of not good. This, along with the endless thoughts of death (not dying but the absence of life) marks my getting old. I don’t like this version of getting old at all.
Some Thoughts:
- We get a week 1 do-over in the youth league. The team we were supposed to play had a Covid issue, so we played their better counterpart. We scored 12 points and gave up none. It was a solid win, but it was not the sort of win that announced our team to the league. This week we announce our team to the league.
- Principle revision is nearly done. I’m mad late with the draft rewrites, but I think that the book is going to be good. It better be good enough to excuse my lateness and give me another shot.