The 125-day NFL lock-out seems to be coming to an end. The past few months have been torturous. Not only has the threat of missing an NFL season triggered a series of migraines that make me feel like my brain is trying to escape from my skull, but I have to hear about it on every major sports programming show on TV, every day. So those shows now tell me that the lockout looks like its weakening by recent progress made by the two sides in NY last week and over the weekend, and I couldn’t be happier. And it only means one thing… my fantasy football season will exist.
With this small jolt of happiness comes confusion and more stress. I don’t want to run the all-women’s league anymore…well, because it was a terrible experience for me, even if it did accomplish its goal. I can’t go back to the first league I was in (and won) because, well, I’m not invited back. So I get this invitation from my friend Dave to join him league. There’s only one catch…the format is less than desirable. It’s something like a 24-player roster with no trades during the season, only 5 free agent pickups. I mean, it is stripping me of all my advantage, which comes from active management of my team throughout the season. I’m setting myself up for failure. So why would I do this? Risk my undefeated status on a group of people who I owe nothing to by joining their league? The challenge. In a way, I want to be able to experience this format and see if there is any way for me to outsmart it. Maybe it will be a good experience, maybe it won’t. Maybe I’ll form a new league to supplement my cravings for a real fantasy football season experience. Maybe I’ll lose that one too. Either way, all good things come to an end. And yes, I want to win, but more than anything, I just want to play.
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