So with the elections coming up, the conventions happening, all the political ads… I’m having a bit of a hard time staying away. But, I told myself (and more importantly I told my wife) that I wouldn’t do anything political this year. Boy, has it been tough! I want to jump on a bandwagon, any bandwagon, and scream from the rooftops how important it is. But I can’t. So, I am trying anything to stay away from politics.
This past month, I decided to give football a chance. I’ve never been a huge fan, but I do enjoy watching now and again. The Super Bowl is always fun with the ads. I was asked by my brother in law to be in a fantasy football league, and since it wasn’t political, and I figured it would kill some time, I decided to go for it.
So, my team… is terrible. It was one of the cheezy auto draft leagues, so that isn’t entirely my fault. The weird thing is that on paper, my team should be pretty good. I got Chris Johnson, who everyone thought would be great. And Drew Brees, Jordy Nelson, Aaron Hernandez, Dez Bryant – these are all players that should be good. But since they are on my team… nothing. Right now, through 2 games, my team has scored 135 points. Next lowest is 162 and the highest in the league is 212. As you can see, I am in a league of my own.
Strangely enough, I can kind of compare my players to the supermarket lines that I choose. It never fails that I choose the slowest line in the super market. I sometimes apologize to others in the line for getting in the line and slowing it down. The line will be moving well, I’ll get in it, and there will be a price check, a shift change, or my personal favorite – the cash register will break. I think that me choosing these players to play is the same as me picking a supermarket line. As soon as they are on my team, they stink. I know, without a doubt, that if I drop them that they will start producing again. And I know, that whoever I replace them with will stop producing. I think it’s going to be a long season. But hey, it ain’t politics, so my wife is happy.