I know I touched a few hearts (sob,sigh) in my previous post 'The Evolution of the Gamer'. Anyway bigshots..this should have been your first clue that I am in a Fantasy Sports League. I was invited this year, for the first time ever, to play in a fantasy baseball league dubbed 'Ticketheads'. I made every excuse to Oz that I was way too busy to man such a childish extra-curricular activity. And frankly, I just never in hell understood the fascination factor of having a fantasy baseball team. I would watch Oz sign on to Yahoo or ESPN time after time, checking his leagues and rosters..players and stats..waivers and matchups. I mean, who has this kind of time? And what was so damned important it required constant watch? In my opinion, one in a Fantasy Sports League could easily be deemed 'clinically obsessed'. But somehow my arm was twisted and I caved. I was already a baseball fan, how bad could this be? I would like to go ahead and step into the confessional now.
I loved every single minute of it. I loved taking Michael Young (baseball manstud) in the draft and leaving Tex behind. I loved checking my roster daily and figuring out who was "benchworthy". And I learned very quickly that WHIP wasn't just what you do with a very bad boy in bed. But as a chick (and scoring quite low on the patience scale) I wanted instant gratification. If I didn't get it, you were off my team and in came a newbie. And you know what? That was my downfall. I did make some really bad choices (like giving up Brandon Webb in week one), and it was all because I didn't understand the concept of looking down the long road ahead - the WHOLE season - the BIG picture, til it was too late. So after burning my team pretty bad and having way too many losses to even remotely catch up to the big dogs, I gave it up. Mind you I kept up with my line up on occasion, but I knew I was creamed. I learned about Fantasy ball the hard way. In my opinion, that was the only way to learn.
I gotta tell you, I did have much fun calling out some of the boys in the league. I enjoyed posting my rants about women being superior (mainly me). But my most memorable post in the league was telling the Panda (nemy) that I had him bent over in week one on only day two of the matchup. All I could see was that I was up 10-2 and I was winning. And without understanding the "long road ahead theory" quite yet, that was all I needed to make me want to stick it to him (verbally of course). This weekend brought the Panda the championship (Yes..he won the damn thing!) He claims in his latest post that he "shut me up". You're sorta right Panda..I have been quiet in the league since I knew I was done. But you didn't shut me up silly boy. And don't feel bad..not even my Daddy could do that. I am still here..going on and on about anything and everything that's on my mind, sports or otherwise. I will say this: If all season long I was the one obsessed with getting up at two in the morning (while everyone slumbered) to make those critical changes to my team, maybe I would have that trophy (maybe). After all has been said and done, I am still glad I picked Young 3rd in that draft.
Now I find myself back with the Ticketheads in their Fantasy Football League (arm twisted again..that damn Oz). I do hate that I missed Peyton Manning (football manstud) in the draft, but my team is still pretty hot. And honestly, how could I not want to spend the entire football season as I did baseball. Constantly surrounded by a bunch of boys...fantasy or not.
Til' next time..that's the juice and I am out of here.
I loved every single minute of it. I loved taking Michael Young (baseball manstud) in the draft and leaving Tex behind. I loved checking my roster daily and figuring out who was "benchworthy". And I learned very quickly that WHIP wasn't just what you do with a very bad boy in bed. But as a chick (and scoring quite low on the patience scale) I wanted instant gratification. If I didn't get it, you were off my team and in came a newbie. And you know what? That was my downfall. I did make some really bad choices (like giving up Brandon Webb in week one), and it was all because I didn't understand the concept of looking down the long road ahead - the WHOLE season - the BIG picture, til it was too late. So after burning my team pretty bad and having way too many losses to even remotely catch up to the big dogs, I gave it up. Mind you I kept up with my line up on occasion, but I knew I was creamed. I learned about Fantasy ball the hard way. In my opinion, that was the only way to learn.
I gotta tell you, I did have much fun calling out some of the boys in the league. I enjoyed posting my rants about women being superior (mainly me). But my most memorable post in the league was telling the Panda (nemy) that I had him bent over in week one on only day two of the matchup. All I could see was that I was up 10-2 and I was winning. And without understanding the "long road ahead theory" quite yet, that was all I needed to make me want to stick it to him (verbally of course). This weekend brought the Panda the championship (Yes..he won the damn thing!) He claims in his latest post that he "shut me up". You're sorta right Panda..I have been quiet in the league since I knew I was done. But you didn't shut me up silly boy. And don't feel bad..not even my Daddy could do that. I am still here..going on and on about anything and everything that's on my mind, sports or otherwise. I will say this: If all season long I was the one obsessed with getting up at two in the morning (while everyone slumbered) to make those critical changes to my team, maybe I would have that trophy (maybe). After all has been said and done, I am still glad I picked Young 3rd in that draft.
Now I find myself back with the Ticketheads in their Fantasy Football League (arm twisted again..that damn Oz). I do hate that I missed Peyton Manning (football manstud) in the draft, but my team is still pretty hot. And honestly, how could I not want to spend the entire football season as I did baseball. Constantly surrounded by a bunch of boys...fantasy or not.
Til' next time..that's the juice and I am out of here.
2 Comments:
What is "the juice"?
Hi Mutley..good question. "the juice" is the soft sweet pulp that is extracted when I form a hot sport opinion.
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