Aug 16, 2007 15
I’ve got a draft on Sunday night, and I’m scared as hell. I’ve competed with the experts for many years, and if you ask them all right after forcing them to take a truth serum, they’d tell you that they fear me. Some have been honest enough to admit it, some deny it. But they know going in that I’m probably going to be in the mix at the end.
Sunday’s draft, however, has me up at night already. The only way I can even maintain my fantasy football dignity is by winning the league. If I don’t dominate the league, I’ll be ashamed of myself. That’s pressure.
So why is there so much pressure on me? That’s because I’m competing against a group of 15 year-old High School sophomores. My kid, still 14, is in a fantasy baseball league with a bunch of kids from his HS baseball team. He’s doing well, in 2nd place and right on the top teams heals, but he doesn’t follow the league all that much. He’s a classic example of how you can win in fantasy baseball if you are relentless, borderline obsessive, about working the WW and [...]