I Will Punch a Kitten - IN - THE - FACE!
I've always hated relying on Yahoo to run our league. This year my worst fears came to be realized.
With the first overall pick, my computer refused to open the draft room. Over and over, for half an hour, I will get on, only to be booted, again and again. The tension and frustration built as the piece of electronic garbage force me to auto draft number one overall: LeSean McCoy. I was planning to take Jamal Charles and the anger exploded from me.
"I will punch a kitten in the face!" I screamed, so the echo blanket of the entire neighborhood. Landon and Spencer loved that one.
I ran the rest of the draft through my phone, and eventually the blood receded from my eyes. To be clear, I hate the new Yahoo draft room. I can't believe it doesn't provide a filter for wide receiver/tight end. This typifies the amateur hour nature of Yahoo, and I'm going to renew my push for a better system next season.
Charles eventually fell to Gene, and he graciously offered to swap the two running backs and set things right. However, after some thought, and perhaps under the influence of my lecture on Oedipus the King this week, I'm going to give into fates larger than myself and stick with McCoy. Tomorrow, tomorrow, we shall see.
Predictions:
Quarterbacks I love to out produce last season's total: Luck (drafted him), Brady, Ryan, and obviously Rogers should be on the list, but that is an injury cheap shot.
Quarterbacks I hate, and see declining from last season's total: Peyton Manning, Rivers, Dalton, Newton, Roethlisberger, and Foles.
One final note (updated after Week 2):
I put RGIII on the "Love" list, even though he was benched the final three games of last season.
This blatant homerism has likely cost me my season in my second league.
I was all in on RGIII this season. A moment came in my other league, composed entirely of Auburn graduates, when I had to decide between RGIII and Cam Newton. As I mulled the decision, Matthew Barry sage advice leapt my from my subconscious: We play pet fantasy for fun. I should've heard his other advice: Minimize risk. There is no more risky QB in the NFL than RGIII, typified by his non-contact dislocated ankle in Week 2.
Fueled by a pitcher of Long Island Ice-T, I idiotically floated another 50 jellybeans on the RGIII and Newton heads up. Ugh.
Hail Kirk Cousins!!
