Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Plus, I won in my other league, causing much weeping by the commissioner, who happened to write about it for Yahoo!:
Regular readers might recall the League of American Recreational Gridiron Enthusiasts, or "L.A.R.G.E.," which is my personal primary fantasy league. And in this league, I was doing pretty darn well at about 3:50 p.m. ET on Sunday. Willis McGahee had (finally) scored a touchdown. Lawrence Tynes had kicked until his throbbing Scottish foot could kick no more. And my opponent had gotten nothing from his early-game charges. The Carolina Panthers needed a single first down to ice their game against the Saints, and the world was right.
Then DeShaun (Friggin') Foster struck. He rushed around the end, got the first down, realized that, well, no one on the New Orleans defense seemed to want to tackle him, and took it to the house. A meaningless 43-yard TD on a day when he otherwise had 15 carries for 62 yards. Needless to say, my L.A.R.G.E. opponent started Foster. But no worries; it was unfortunate, but I could survive the hit. The Saints would be getting the ball back, but just as long as Drew Brees didn't hit a long one to Marques Colston everything would be … oh, no. No. No-no-no-no-no-no. Literally 30 seconds of game time later, and Colston had turned a short pass into an 86-yard garbage-time score. He'd otherwise have had four catches for 46 yards. And yes, my L.A.R.G.E. opponent started Colston.
The most brutal 30 seconds in fantasy football history.
Since Marques Colston was among the people who killed me in the Blawger league, my joy was tempered, but only a bit. Hey, I beat one of Yahoo's experts! That's good living.