Aaron Rodgers. Peyton Manning.
Calvin Johnson. Doug Martin.
I’ve really jagged this time…
Bit off more than I can chew. If this was one of those old anti-drug/alcohol PSAs, I’d be
dicked because I couldn’t just say no…
Torrey Smith.
Matt Forte. J.J. Watt. A.J. Green.
Eight damn fantasy football leagues…and I agreed to be in
every one of them.
Admirable? Maybe.
Dumb? Yup. Interesting? Sure.
Frustrating? Hell Yeah.
Lance Moore.
Pierre Thomas. David
Wilson. Pierre Garcon.
Flipping to the Redzone channel every two minutes at the
crib. Heading to a bar and asking
buddies to the check my score since my phone will be dead before halftime.
Mike Wallace.
Jordy Nelson. Stevan
Ridley. Martellus Bennett.
San Francisco Defense with five sacks and a pick-six?
“YES! WAIT,
NOOO! SHIT!!”
Stephen Gostkowski.
Owen Daniels. Dez
Bryant. Matt Ryan.
Gronkowski has a multi-TD game?
“NO! WAIT,
YEAHHHH! KISS MY ASS!”
Cincinnati Defense.
Kenbrell Thompkins. Jared
Cook. Ray Rice.
It’s a given that there are some leagues I care about more;
the ones with more money on the line, the ones with more people I know because
talking shit to some random co-worker of a friend does nothing for me.
But I’m too competitive to not want to win every one. Tanking is not an option. Effort to GM
each team MUST be put forth damn it.
Greg Jennings.
Demaryius Thomas. Greg
Olsen. Jimmy Graham.
I’ll be spending the entire 2013-2014 NFL season more
conflicted than Billy Ray Cyrus…
But while the
headache is great, the entertainment and potential profit are greater.
-WST
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