This year I joined a league at work (Road to Seven)where no one really has any idea what is going on.  Went out and grabbed a magazine telling me what I needed to know and realized that I hadn’t watched the NFL in five years.  (College ball is just more fun when you go to a school with a good team and parties book-ending every game win or lose.)  Kept telling myself that I was fine losing as long as I understood the game and why I was losing, err wasn’t winning.  That mantra didn’t last come Monday night week one.

My season started off shaky.  Got LT’s first fumble, lost my first game, and there was nothing I could do to change the points I receive on game day… why would anyone enjoy this?  Immediately wanted to swap my whole roster and was convinced by a guy at work that Fantasy Football “is a marathon not a sprint.”  Still don’t understand why I can’t sprint the whole marathon.  Start strong, end strong, stay strong in the middle.  Then again, I’ve never ran a marathon, so maybe there’s a problem with that strategy that I’m missing.

Week four. My record: 3-1.  This game is awesome!  Unless there are injuries there really isn’t too much work to be put into the team after a good roster is set.  I get bragging rights and trash talk for exerting zero energy.  No wonder so many Americans love this game.  It is so much easier then taking on a bruised and battered game of Ultimate every Sunday, and has the same opportunity for dancing around with a win.

Back when we needed one more person I convinced my grandpa to join our league.  And now I will slaughter him. We face off this coming weekend, but I’d like to point out the league’s rankings:

Yea, I’m the condescending Clowns.  Because not much is scarier then a clown and nothing is scarier then a flying clown.