Huntsville, Ala — A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the Age of Men comes crashing down, but it is not this day!
Inspired? I’m not.
If there’s anything that makes my blood boil, aside from the Mets and Jets, it’s losing in fantasy. Through three grueling weeks, my team has not managed to find the win column even once. Sure, the competition is fierce this season, but the numbers speak volumes.
Ja’Marr-a-Lago Chase, my wonderful squad, is currently fourth in the league with 376.96 points scored — not too shabby. For reference, the league’s other winless team has only mustered 298.42, the second-fewest in the sport. What this means is five other teams, including the league’s lowest scoring team (Beans Corp), have not matched my point total, yet the fantasy gods have graced them with a win. Fair? No, but neither is life.
When I drafted this blue-chip group of men, failure was never a thought. Not even once. Now in Week 4, I face a brutal test in Ryan O’Connell. A squad I once thought would be no more difficult to defeat than my little cousin in any video game. Ryan has proved us all wrong.
Now, with follicles on the line, I fear for my life. If 0-3 is bad, 0-4 might be the kiss of death.
Must Be Sunday 