Well, I won that 1st playoff round game. Wow. I honestly did not see that coming. To make matters even more interesting, my partner won her match as well, making it two losing teams beating two winning teams to advance in the playoffs. As the kids say, ‘they sold the bag’. I just said ‘as the kids say’ which, as it turns out, I say a lot. Almost as much as I say… a lot. Language is a very interesting morphing construct in the hands of cool generators and meme machines like kids. But I digress…
This season was a promising mix of fun and excitement. I participated in three leagues and this beachborn home league is the only one that offers me a viable shot at the playoffs or at victory really. If I can win out then I secure that bag and that trophy. At least I won’t need to wear the sad toilet bowl. Turns out the automated bot that rounds out the league wears that this year, prompting a revision of the rules of how the draft is ordered. Now we are going to stage a lottery for the first (maybe even first 3?) picks or maybe even the draft order itself. This is worthy of a conversation and a little bit of math to determine equitable numbers in the situation.
Some Thoughts:
- I saw Spiderman. I want to geek out on it, but that is going to need to wait until tomorrow.