Sailing the Seas of Cheese: Calling All General Manager Wannabes!
Fantasy Football…some times you win, some times you lose, and sometimes you are in a league that is as corrupt as a small, South American nation complete with a megalomaniac dictator. No, I’m not pointing fingers or anything. Let’s just say our league has a junta party ready and waiting shall El Presidente suffer an unforseen accident.
My brother accuses me of phoning in my choices in his league. I’ve had my butt kicked up and down that league for the past five years. Then in other leagues, I’m pretty good at cleaning house. I invariably get stuck with a truly fabulous running back on paper each year only to have him blow his knee out or something equally catastrophic that guarantees I am searching the bottom of the barrel for some RB that yields a whopping three yards per game. But oh, the experts say you have to pick a running back first. That’s where all the points are. That is, until you realize that the NFL truly is a passing league. But what do I know, my beloved Three Orange Whips held up the basement in my baby brother’s league.
So just as as in the past where I’ve come up with an algorithm for March Madness, I give your the scientifically unproven yet color coded right down to your preference for dogs algorithm for Fantasy Football. I take no responsibility for any of you suckers that may acutally use it for making a pick. And for the record, yes, I was wearing my Packers homerpants when I created it.
Caveat Emptor, everyone!