I’ve officially got the fantasy football bug. Last year my Stumblin’ Irish, in the Cape Cod Oblong League, had the worst season in the history of fantasy football. I went 0-14. I lost blowouts, I lost nail-biters, but I lost and lost and lost.
Not this year. I have the No. 1 pick, which means Chris Johnson, and a healthy Tom Brady as my keeper. I like my chances. After last year’s historic badness, I’m going for the best turnaround ever, which shouldn’t be all that tough when you think about it.
I’ve been prepping for weeks now. I listen to podcasts, do tons of research and look at ESPN.com countless times every day, along with several other sites that I can’t mention in case my league-mates are reading this.
I am fully prepared for draft day’s chiding. They will be relentless, and I have no recourse but to take it like a man. I had a bad season, I drafted poorly, got unlucky and that’s that.
But it’s all changing this year. I was the Detroit Lions last year. This year, I plan on being the Saints.
It’s funny, I played in another league last season as well, with my brother-in-law. I didn’t care at all about that league, and I finished in second place. What does that mean? I wish I knew.
Heck, I’m planning on jumping into a random league tonight to practice drafting and just have another team to check out next year. I haven’t heard from my brother-in-law if he’s having another league, so I figured I might as well have some random fun and practice drafting at the same time.
Mark my words, this will be my year.
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