He lies awake at night. Tosses and turns. He closes his eyes but his vision doesn't dissipate. He sees it clear as day, and he’s seen it a thousand times before. It’s always there, every August, getting tougher instead of easier as the stakes grow.
The more you think about something, the more you are prepared? It would seem obvious that you would be, but that’s not always the case. We plan, we plan, we plan, but you know what they said about best laid plans. And in this realm, if you’re not expecting the unexpected, then you’re unprepared.
You have to expect both what you believe will happen as well as the impossible. Cover it from every angle, dissect, analyze, decipher a plan and take it apart and put it back together. There’s no telling where you’ll be going but only where you’ve been.
Inside you know that the next third of your year will be determined by a single moment, in a single day, lasting but a single hour. Every decision is critical, every choice could ultimately determine your fate. Don’t be wrong or you’ll pay a dear price that you can’t afford to pay.
That’s right, it’s time for the NFL Fantasy Football season and most importantly, the Fantasy Football draft. How can one even start to try and quantify the importance of that with words? It’s a task that seems unreachable and unattainable, but I will give it my best shot after the jump…
What follows is of the utmost importance.
It’s that time of year The news just arrived 100 dollar buy-in “Don’t wuss out guys”
You just finished last
In two-thousand-ten
How could you ever
Face that again?
But pride’s on the line
No more Mr. Nice
Bragging rights for a year
How can that have a price?
“Sure, I am in!
You are all going down!”
But you feel inside
“Please don’t be the clown.”
The laughs and the prodding
Seemed endless at times
Your friends won’t forget
You drafted Moss with pick 9
“Not this time!
I’ve got the number one pick!”
But inside you’re worried
“Foster or Vick?”
The draft fast approaching
Who will you choose?
“Come on man, I got this.
How can I lose?”
You stayed up all night
Researched until dawn
Called in sick to work
For days you were gone
The sleepers, the sure-thing,
The breakout, the kid
The 7th round draft pick
“They won’t know he slid!”
You’re a genius now
Prepared like an ant
You can start talking crap
To the leagues “also-rans”
It’s time for the draft
Your eyes on the prize
A cool thousand bucks
What will you buy?
You can’t stop the visions
From dancing around
You’ll be laughing and cheering
Your friends can just frown
The imagination runs wild
But as the clock ticks
“I announce the #1 selection
Sir Michael Vick!”
You’ve thought and considered
All taken into account
He’ll be the league’s highest scorer
There’s just no more doubt
“Get ready boys,
This year will be fun.
He’ll score 51 points
On the Rams in week 1!”
Other owners are unsure
But yes, they do worry
He’s the only one in the league
To score points in a hurry
The season has started
You sit back and recline
Turn on football on Fox
This day’s mighty fine
For the first time in years
You feel alive
And there’s Mr. Vick
A TD on the first drive!
You send out a mass text
“GOOD LUCK BOYS!”
You whoop and you holler
You jump up for joy!
Then at this moment
A text message reply
You look at your phone
“Ha Ha Poor Guy!”
You think to yourself
“What does this mean”
As your eyes revert
To the TV screen
You know this feeling
Your stomach is sick
As carted off field
Is Sir Michael Vick