In a cruel twist of fate, I found myself up against my husband in the first round of Fantasy Football playoffs. I have been kicking ass and taking names and frankly was sure I was going to leave him in my dust. I wasn’t overjoyed about this, since, as you know from prior posts, my husband has had a rough go on the Fantasy Football front.
In a moment of weakness, I asked him which of my quarterbacks to play.
D: What does Fantistics say?
K: To play Vick. It has Brees so far down the line that he couldn’t even find his own name. But you know, I got screwed the last time I followed a Fantistics recommendation.
D: Do what you want.
With that, I played Vick. Who got me a whopping 6.75 points. With 1 minute, 35 seconds to go in tonight’s game, Brees has 49.1 points. I would have beat my husband by 40 points. Now (unless his kicker doesn’t show up to tomorrow night’s game), I am going to be competing for 7th place next week.
I hope he enjoys the Thrill of Victory. Oh how the mighty have fallen.Share on Facebook