This blog is still alive, just in semi-hibernation. When I want to write something longer than a tweet about something other than math or sci-fi, here is where I'll write it.
Monday, December 5, 2011
The nastiest heartbreak in fantasy football throws me into the popcorn machine.
Every week in fantasy football, you can rank yourself against the other teams as to how many points you scored. If you score more than anyone, logic dictates you will win. If you are the second highest scorer, the only way you can lose is to be matched up against the highest scorer.
Welcome to my week.
Spyder's Domain, a team that will not make the playoffs, is officially my nemesis now after beating me this evening, 251.20 to 241.16. I had some chances, but Maurice Jones-Drew had a merely excellent game instead of a freaking awesome one, and that was the difference at the end.
I could have remained in second place if my brother Michael, the first seed in our league, had won his last game of the season, but he scored less than anybody else.
Logic dictates that if you score less than everybody else, you are destined to lose.
So unless there are score adjustments tomorrow that overthrow a victory somewhere, the Mutant Mercenaries will finish a respectable third place in the league and get thrown into the popcorn machine, the opening round of the playoffs. My opponent will be Vick's Money Store, the only team to make the playoffs with a losing record. I also started my big winning streak against the same team back in Week 6.