Teats on a Bull

A couple of years back a couple of guys ran a fantasy football league from the office across the hall. When they were having problems getting enough players I said I would love to join. They recruited the one guys aunt instead and then complained all season about her not wanting to play. To quote the old knight in Raider’s “he chose poorly.” And of course I mentioned that too.

Fast forward a couple of years. My one girlfriend at the office asked if I wanted to join a league her cousin ran. Read my 10/21/08 post on that one. And since I’m typing this from an iPhone and have NO idea how to link… you are on your own. And I must say WOW – 2008. I didn’t realize it had been that long.

Well, I’ve been happily loosing in my league for years. I’d get close and then blow it. Not close enough to get a good draft pick… just close enough to suck. This year started no different. But I managed to pick up Matt Stafford and some kicker (yeah, I’m into names) because my guys sucked. It didn’t hurt that I have Arian Foster… But dude spent a couple of weeks hurt. I kinda gave up at one point after forgetting to switch my QB. I played a a guy who got me 0 points. I did that a couple of times with various players. Both my QB’s were on bye at the same time … poor planning on my part … But the saving grace that week was the person I was playing against had a lot of Eagles players and I managed to win.

Long story short. I ended up in the top 2 in my division at the end of the season. Don’t ask – I’m not quite sure how. And the lady I beat, besides being really nice (which is completely irrelevant), had beaten me seriously the 2 games before. Which put me in the final 2. Well butter my buns and call me a biscuit. And going into the Monday night game. I was down slightly with 1 player to play. Nealla was up slightly with 2 players to play. Ask me how I beat her by 2 points. Go ahead – ask. I have NO clue. She should have won.

So I have bragging rights for the next 6 months… I am the Queen of my Fantasy League.