I know it today and I knew it while I was doing it: you don’t use your first fantasy pick to snag a quarterback. But every mfing year, Jon Jones picks earlier than I do and every year, he gets Aaron Rodgers. And then I have to spend the whole season watching Jon put up killer numbers while I feel filthy trying to be supportive of Josh McCown.
I’ve always wanted Aaron Rodgers and now I have him. I. Rule.
And then I read my Draft Report Card. OMG. I got a C. From a robot. While it knows how awesome Rodgers is and will be, it totally criticized me for blowing my wad early, leaving hot running backs on the table in favor of receivers.
Oh, and Mason Crosby.
Which leads me to my small problem. I am a Packer fan to a fault. The few fantasy seasons I didn’t stack my team with Packers, I felt like I needed shower after every game. The hubs is watching his beloved Eagles and cheering for Dez Bryant. I wonder what ELSE he’s doing when he thinks I’m not watching. It’s gross.
But this year, I’m resolved to whittle this whole process down to spreadsheets and math and projections and lots and lots of SportsCenter. I even did the unspeakable today and switched from FM to AM radio in search of sports sports sports. Unfortunately, we’re in South Carolina where all I get was a really long interview with Dabo Sweeney. He was useless.
As the only girl on the panel of esteemed contributors, I know it’s on me to do my people proud. Pink it and shrink it will not get it done. I hope you’ll take it easy on me while I recount the trek up my very steep learning curve, and for the love of God, don’t listen to a thing I say that starts with, “Jesus, look at the forearms on that guy. I should totally pick him up on the waiver wire.”