After an unofficial retirement from blogadelphia, I've decided it's time to make an epic (i.e. not epic) Favre-like return to posting. My first blog didn't seem to really take off with the general public, mostly because the general public, or any kind of public for that matter, didn't know about it. So maybe this time after a few posts I'll put it on my facebook or something, I don't know. Anyway, if any of you fine readers (mom) would like read some of my earlier work, it can be found here.
A quick something about me: I'm TJ, I go to Ohio State, I'm a diehard Philadelphia sports fan, and if you play me in NHL 09, you're likely to end up feeling like this kid.
Now that that's out of the way, I feel like a good idea for a first post would be my favorite part of the sports world: the fake sports world. Fantasy sports are pretty much the nerdiest thing you can do and not be considered a nerd. Sometime between the late 80s and the invention of Yahoo!, playing fantasy football became a completely socially acceptable way for guys to get together, have some pizza, and do a little harmless gambling. This is completely fine with me.
I play in two leagues every year, one with my friends from high school and another with some family members and family friends. It was draft weekend for the latter, and when the dust settled, I walked out feeling pretty good about my fake team. Here's how this bad boy went down:
Round 1: Michael Turner (9th overall). How? Why? Do your mother and two sisters make up three of your league's teams? No, no, and I don't think so. Our league puts a small, yet noticeable, emphasis on quarterbacks, so guys like Brees, Manning, and Brady went earlier than they normally would (4th, 5th, and 6th overall). Randy Moss here, Andre Johnson there, and the next thing I knew, Michael Turner had dropped to me at 9. Easiest. Pick. Ever.
Round 2: Steve Slaton (12th overall)
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
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