Most of you already know that I'm a fantasy sports junkie. Although I love watching and playing sports, for me, fantasy sports is all about studying and analyzing statistics. Which I totally, totally love.
My seven year old son is apparently following in my foot steps. His very first fantasy baseball team won the championship last month (OK, with help from his Dad). But still, he won his championship, and no, I didn't have the heart to tell all the grown men that he competed against that a 7 year old whooped their butts.
Me? I made the playoffs in my Runner's league, but injuries caught up to me and I lost in the semi-finals.
Onward, to fantasy football. After 6 weeks, my son's team is 2-3-1, which sounds bad, but he's in 5th place (top 4 make the playoffs) and he leads the league in total points scored. So he has a very strong team that has had some unfortunate early match ups. The bad thing about fantasy football is that in any league, you can finish 2nd in total points every week but still end up losing if you're unfortunate enough to be playing against the top team every week. These things usually even out over the course of the season, but not always. Two years ago, in my Runner's league, I finished 5-8, with 7 of my losses coming by way of my opponent in each particular week scoring their season high point total the week that they played against me.
It reminds of me of what my brother once told me about Las Vegas. Most people win something, some of the time. You (Me), lose everything, everytime. And that is why I stopped going to Vegas. Vegas hates me. It's true. I remember sitting down at a blackjack table for the first time. The dealer was a rookie, obviously her first shift ever, nervous as hell. She proceeded to kick our butts with black jack after black jack. Screw that. Now I just mail Vegas a check covering my would be losses. It saves me plane fare, etc.
I digress. Back to fantasy football. After 6 weeks I'm 3-3, 3-3, and 2-4. Not to worry. I drafted well. My teams are stacked. I will finish the season in the money.
Time to pick up my 3 year old from preschool. Fantasy will have to wait.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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