My heart is pounding, sweat on my simian-like brow. The garage needs cleaning — but screw that (see this week’s Cutting Board)! My Fantasy Football League Draft is about seven hours away. It will be six hours before I know my randomly selected draft order. Will I get Adrian Peterson (the good one)? Or, with this being a 14 team league, will I have to settle for like a Frank Gore-type guy? This stuff matters and don’t tell me it doesn’t!
You see, I am the Owner/Coach of the Pismo Clamms, in a free Yahoo Fantasy League with a bunch of Facebook buddies. Pride hangs in the balance, every pick will be viewed with a “Damn! I wanted him!” or a snickering, “What a tool, that guy broke his leg in practice this morning.) Believe me, the last thing you want to be is “a tool” in a fantasy football league. Think about it, where do you go from there?
Now, leave me alone, I’m trying to decide if I go WR or QB in the third round if Clinton Portis is still on the board. Damn, the Doom Chihuahuas* got him.
*Actual team name in our league. The Inglorious Buzzards look tough too.
