So the guys at the office are apparently pretty big football fans. For the past few weeks they’ve been giddy with excitement as Fantasy Football season quickly approaches. A couple of them even ordered this giant board on which to plot out their draft picks. It’s been kinda like watching kids trying to fall asleep on Christmas Eve.
So where do I come in? I’m not a football fan, really. I haven’t really followed the sport since before the Browns were sold to Baltimore and everyone pissed and moaned until they were reformed. After all, Cleveland is a city that lives and dies by its mediocre sports teams (Way to seriously drop the ball this year Tribe. I bet Cliff Lee hates the rest of you).
Anyway, my giddy man-child co-workers found they had an uneven number of participants in their fantasy league – something that just simply won’t fly. So what did they do? The same thing any desperate group of idiots do in a quick attempt to get what they want – They did something stupid.
They asked me to join.
This was quite the dilemma. On one hand, I couldn’t possibly care less about NFL football and it’s a twenty dollar buy-in. On the other hand, my decision was going to make or break the stability of their league and I stood to win upwards of 200 bucks if I managed to get somewhere. Dead even, wouldn’t you say?
But then a thought occured to me. How amazing would it be if this group of die-hards got trounced by the apathetic newbie. Being the type of guy that never passes on an opportunity to have fun at the expense of others, I told them I was in.
And so, on Wednesday evening, my quest begins. I have the next 36 hours to draw up a list of ideal picks, figure out the best combination of players to have an evenly competitive team, and learn the names of actual football players.
Oh, and I was randomly chosen to receive the first draft pick. Oh, sweet irony.




