Before I have a meltdown at an Ari Gold level, I am going to reach deep into my fantasy closet and pull out my pride. This year has been somewhat different then most. There’s been a lot to digest and there is only so much you can control in the fantasy world. Whoever thought up the very name of ‘Fantasy’ Football had put some thought into it. Probably more so than we think. The definition of the word fantasy is: imagination unrestricted by reality. Put that in your bag of thoughts and chew on it for a little bit as if it were the last toothpick on earth.
The game of ’fantasy football’ originated in 1962. It was created by Bill Winkenbach, then a limited partner in the Oakland Raiders organization, with some assistance from Bill Tunnell, the Raiders’ public relations man, Scotty Stirling, the beat writer from the Oakland Tribune, and George Ross, the Tribune’s sports editor, as well as Philip Carmona, Winkenbach’s homie. The idea emerged during a three-week road trip the Raiders took to the East Coast. Winkenbach and the others hashed out the idea during the trip after they got tired of jacking each other off in the RV. At least that seems how something so stupidly genious would go down. Anyways, upon their return they formed the first fantasy football league, the GOPPPL (Greater Oakland Professional Pigskin Prognosticators League). I remember all the way back in the third grade when I first learned of the game. Back when Jerry Rice and Emitt Smith were still scoring touchdowns. We would fill out roster sheets every week and have to have them turned in by 5:00 pm on Thursday nights with a five dollar bill which was the weekly fee. This is pre-Thursday night games of course. Every Monday morning I would wake up and have to grab a calculator and the morning newspaper literally 15 minutes before my pops took me to class because I couldn’t wait to tally my scores. Nowadays with the evolution of computers we are lucky enough to have Yahoo, ESPN, and CBS Sportsline among others to do all the numbers for us. It’s come along way. To the point where it’s a billion dollar business. Fucking insane I know.

'99 Fantasy Draft Board = Classic
Above is a draft board I dug out from 10 years ago. Cat pissed stained and all. I’m still eating cob webs as I type this. I always had a thing for Randall Cunningham. Not the Vikings Cunningham, but vintage Eagles Randall Cunningham. I remember my dad coming home from a business trip in Philadelphia and he brought home a couple of Randall Bars. I don’t think I ever ate them. My team was stacked with Eddie Geroge, Dorsey Levens, Corey Dillon (who was huge in ’99) and Marvin Harrison, arguably the year he broke out and Peyton’s first full season as a starter.
I’ve been winning fantasy football leagues since I had a binky and carried around a blanket like Charlie Brown.
However, this season I find myself in a new age. There’s more knowledge to consume than Albert Einstein’s head on the internet giving almost everybody an equal playing field. It’s a great thing really, but a vice at the sametime. I feel like Phil Helmuth going up against a 20 year old trust fund student from Vanderbilt. Seemingly, you have the advantage, but the result comes out totally different. I have started off the season with four leagues which is about all I can handle. Only one of them I have a winning record at 2-1. In my big money league, I’m 0-3. I’ve seen better days.

Randall Cunningham was my all-time mancrush.
I feel like cuddling up next to Jeff Fisher and eating chocolates all night while watching Confessions of a Shop-a-holic. But when is the time to panic? Well, as I stated in an earlier post, I have been here before. So, to everybody who feels like the weight of the fantasy world is crashing down on them. Keep your head up and keep diggin. Even though every victory from here on out is probably important, trust yourself. Out of anything I have learned about fantasy football, it’s like the girlfriend that you just can’t get over. But you still love her and you still care. The reason you care, because it’s excruciatingly wonderful.
There’s so much parody and inconsistency in the National Football League that you can’t truly predict what’s going to go down. Who would have thought Willis McGahee would have almost double the fantasy points Ray Rice gets in a week. Fred Jackson has more points than Steve Slaton and Brandon Jacobs combined. Hell, Johnny Knox, Mike Sims-Walker, and Pierre Garcon have just as many points as Calvin Johnson. Nobody even thought of drafting those guys. By the way, in my big money league I have Brandon, Steve, and Calvin. Again, I’ve seen better days.
Do I think things are going to change. Absolutely. I mean, part of me feels like I just made an investment with my life savings and somebody has Madoffed with my money, but another part of me loves the chase. Whether you’re winning or losing, we own a piece of the fantasy world. We are able to manage a real team and watch our players play on a real gameday. We are living out our own fantasies that every little boy inside of us has always yearned for. Fuck it, if it ain’t really real, living our fantasy is real enough. Even when you’re in the cellar you have to appreciate what Winkenbach and the others have given us. It’s a dream come true. And yes, I’ve seen better days…but that won’t put out the fire. In fact, the fire has just begun.
So, with that said…go out and fight for your team like you own the shit. If your a vet throw your credentials out the window, because you are acting like Steve Jobs just stole everything you have ever worked for since you dropped out of college. If you’re a rook, get smarter, get some savvy and stay focused. It’s easy to turn onto others things that bring happiness to your life, but there ain’t nothing like the joy of Sunday morning. It’s more than possible to turn your luck around and when you do, you too will see better days.











It doesn’t get much better than a Monday Night Football doubleheader. Maybe a Monday doubleheader without Al Davis, but like Mick Jagger once said, “You can’t always get what you want.” However, I got Run DMC in two of my leagues and I am curious to see if he’s a break-out or bust this year. Also, the biggest Mancrush I have ever had was on Tom Brady and he’s back. I love him, I am excited to watch him, and I hope he makes me feel like shit for not drafting him in any leagues this year. This season is off to a great start and I can’t wait to watch it unfold. Here are 10 things for you to look forward to tonight.
My infatuation for the greatest running back I have ever seen with my own eyes grew even larger Sunday. AD torched the Cleveland Browns for 180 yards on 25 carries and 3 trips to paydirt including a super sick 64-yard stomp that made the entire Browns secondary look like they were swooped up off a Pop Warner squad. He was a man among boys. We watched the greatest basketball player of all-time retire, Jeter surpass Gehrig and Tiger and Roger dominate their respective sports throughout the week. These guys are the best at what they do and on Sunday Adrian Peterson was no exception. The man is lethal and electric and belongs in the same sentence as these guys. As for Fantasy Football goes… I don’t care what kind of offer you get, unless you are a die-hard (one who stubbornly resists change or tenaciously adheres to a seemingly hopeless or outdated cause) Packers fan he should be on your squad for all 16 games. You were the lucky enough to get the number one, so keep the number one guy. In other games we saw the Super Bowl runner-ups go down, a miracle in Cincy, and last years winner of ‘The Shittiest Team in the League’ and probably of all-time continue their losing ways. Drew Brees, arguably the first QB taken in most drafts rewarded teams with 6TDs. And by the way things went, I can see it happening again. They are definitely a serious contender to make the trip to Miami.
My Sleeper Special (Robert Meachem) scored as well which made me happy. It looked as if he was set for a big day, but finished with 2 catches for 51 yards to go with his touchdown. Also, for you Pierre Thomas owners, don’t sweat just yet. It definitely was the first game of the season and he should be back next week. Now if you are a Reggie Bush owner, you might be want to have a Plan B. Check in with me tomorrow for some more goodies and I apologize if you spent your rent money on my locks of the week. I’m better than that.