Playing for Pride
After an absolutely miserable start to the fantasy football season, I landed myself in the championship game after a five game winning streak. I knocked off the #1 team the first round to make it to the final playoff weeks and I'm battling for the title of the Queen of Fantasy Football against Ikigai (Yes, "Queen"-hear that Ikigai???). I know his martial arts posts are slamming and all, but I really need to win and I need all of my fantastic readers to send the good mojo my way.
Ikigai is a 3rd degree black belt and has spent many sparring sessions whacking me in the head with a foot I never saw coming. I doubt I'll ever be able to kick him like that-fantasy football is the only way people. So, if you would all cross your fingers, toes, arms and eyes and hope for a big win for BBM, I'd be so appreciative.
I'm currently beating him 42-31. Send the mojo people. Send it now!
The Kickoff
Ah, fantasy football season. You start off with high expectations, and a roster that is hurricane force wind proof. You get excited because you realize that McNabb was a stellar draft pick. You get excited until you realize that you only have McNabb in one league and that your opponent in the other league is also experiencing ecstatic McNabb feelings.
Drat.
As it stands right now, I’ve lost miserably in my own league. In my other league, my only hope is that Jay Cutler hears my plea for him to get McNabb-like numbers. Otherwise, I will have suffered dual defeats.
With that in mind, I have some messages for my players:
Steven Jackson: What the. . .? No seriously. I didn’t draft you in the first round to watch you get washed up by the Eagles D. I mean, I realize they’re good and all, but you couldn’t break off just a couple longer runs or maybe one measly TD?
Willie Parker: I have nothing negative for you sweetheart. Everyone doubted you, but not me. Not ever. Thank you.
Michael Turner: Uh-huh, see Parker’s comment. You rock.
Braylon Edwards: Top 5 fantasy WR? I think not. You better bring it next week or you’ll find your hieney warming the bench.
Santonio Holmes: Did I miss the memo where you guys all decided that Ward was going to be the big deal this year? I would have appreciated some advance notice. Not at all COOL. It’s especially not cool because I own you and played you in both leagues. NOT COOL.
Heath Miller: I’ll let you slide. You’re a TE after all. Next week, I expect big things from you. . . at least bigger things anyway.
Giants D: You couldn’t manage to give me more than 5 points? You’re the Super Bowl D! Come on already!
Matt Forte: You should have told me you were going to be a stud. I’m so stupid for sitting you on my bench. Steven Jackson look out. Forte has put your starting status on official notice.
Housh: 4 points. No seriously! 4 points!!! Bring your seat cushion next week so your butt doesn’t get sore on my bench.
Chargers D: 2 points! 2 points! You should be ashamed of yourselves.
In other football related news, speculation is rampant that Tom Brady has torn his ACL. I got physically sick in my stomach when I watched that guy plow into his leg. The movement that his knee made. . . I could almost feel it. Although my leg went a different direction, that pop-inducing motion is the same. I may not be a NE fan, but I feel for you. Nintai.
It was good while it lasted. . .
Filed under: Fantasy Football, Mental Strain for Mama
The voting has ended and yours truly will not be gracing a month of the Hot Blogger Calendar. Despite being on the leaderboard all week, it just wasn’t meant to be. I don’t usually win things. It would have blown my whole "I never win anything, wah" whine-fest to pieces. I’m sort of relieved I can still use it. I’ve also been invited to my friend’s beach house the same weekend as the shoot. I’m just supposed to be at the beach I guess.
Avitable sent me a very sweet email and recommended I make my own calendar. I just wanted to take the opportunity to thank all of you who went and voted for me. I had more votes than I could have ever imagined and I truly appreciate your support.
In other news, I had my second fantasy football draft this weekend and ended up with the following team:
QB: Jay Cutler
QB: Jake Delhomme
QB: Jason Campbell
RB: Steven Jackson
RB: Willie Parker
RB: Michael Turner
RB: Matt Forte
RB: Rashard Mendenhall
WR: Braylon Edwards
WR: Santonio Holmes
WR: Roy Williams
WR: Chris Chambers
TE: Heath Miller
TE: Todd Heap
D/ST: Giants
K: Shayne Graham
If you have a big question mark when you see I have three QB’s, yeah, I get you. I have that question mark too. It boiled down to being my last pick and I just had no clue who to take. Playing in a league of 12 teams is a lot different than playing in a league of only eight. Yes, I also realize that I drafted the entire Steelers team with the exception of the QB, defense and kicker. There’s no need to point out how silly my team looks right now or how I’ll suffer during that bye week. I realize I have several "not hot" players. It seems to be the theme for the weekend, and I’m cool with that. Cool, not hot. There you have it.
The Meaning of a Name
Filed under: Fantasy Football, Mental Strain for Mama
After a long first week of school for all of us, we decided to grab a quick dinner at Friendly’s. We waited too long. Lil C was tired and beyond hungry. When she’s tired, look out. She has violent tendencies. She’ll pinch you and laugh while she does it. She gets whiny and miserable. Unfortunately, I’m always the one who has to sit beside her in the booth.
While trying to ignore the whining, Big I was telling us about her day at school. Her teacher had been paging through a book of names and telling them what their names mean. She went around the classroom and told Big I that her name means, "belongs to God." Although we knew the meaning of her name when we chose it, we didn’t know that we were giving her a very appropriate name for her personality. She is an angel, a total sweetheart. She also had that whole saintly experience last year. It was pretty amazing to us. She then went on to tell us that her teacher said that her own name means, "one who will never be married." Mr. BBM and I cracked up laughing. Clearly, the 2nd graders don’t get her humor. She’s an older single woman and she’s a riot.
At some point in the conversation, Big I asked us what Lil C’s name means. I laughed for a moment and then said, "Her name means prophetess of doom’." Big I almost spit her milk out her nose. Through her laughter she said, "What does that mean?"
"Well, it means ‘one who fortells or predicts bad things will happen." Big I threw her head back so hard from laughing that she smacked her head on the booth. Mr. BBM was laughing equally hard. It was contagious, so I was cracking up laughing too while Lil C sat there looking serious, perhaps as if she were about to predict doom.
We didn’t know it at the time, but we picked a near perfect name for Lil C as well. She is the little devil to Big I’s angel. She can predict doom because she’s usually the one causing it. The other night, she covered herself head to toe in baby powder, leaving little powder footprints all over the carpet upstairs and making herself look like a ghost. Two days before that, she ventured into my Mom’s room and loaded the toilet with toilet paper. She’s always finding a way to get into trouble.
Last night, as my parents were packing up to go on vacation, Lil C looked right at my Mom and said, "You’re going to die at the beach." I told her that wasn’t nice and asked her why she said that and she matter-of-factly said, "Mom-Mom, you’re going to die at the beach." I strongly discouraged my parents from taking their ocean kayak along after she said that and my Mom got a little panicky. It was kind of creepy, but I figured that Big I, with her fascination for all things morbid (like the dead mouse on the street in front of our new home), put her up to it.
Later last night, as I was drafting my fantasy football team, I thought maybe Lil C meant that fortelling for me. With a draft pick five out of eight, I was concerned about my team. Plus, I did no pre-season studying like I usually do. I simply haven’t had time. So, here’s my team:
QB: Donovan McNabb
QB: Matt Schaub
RB: Brian Westbrook
RB: Marion Barber
RB: Lendale White
RB: Jerious Norwood
WR: Reggie Wayne
WR: TJ Houshmandzadeh
WR: Santonio Holmes
WR: Nate Burleson
WR: Chris Chambers
TE: Kellen Winslow
TE: Ben Watson
D/ST: Chargers
K: Nick Folk
With the exception of Kellen Winslow, I don’t have a single player I had last year. Maybe this spells fantasy victory? I’ll have to see what my little prophetess of doom thinks.
Voting for the Hot Blogger Calendar ends on Sunday. Please click over and vote for me if you haven’t already. Thanks for all the votes and the plugs.
My TD Dance
For the first time ever, in the history of the 2007 Fantasy Football season, I have WON in not one, but BOTH leagues AT THE SAME TIME! In one of my leagues, I won 100-85! The scores have been tallied. It’s all over y’all. WOO HOO!
In the other league, I am winning 130-54 and get this. . . Ladainian Tomlinson has yet to play for me! So what that Bradstein’s team has Addai and a kicker left. I’m up by 76 points. I think I’m good.
If I had two legs on which to do a celebration dance, I would indeed do so. Since I can’t, here’s a little example of what I would do. Enjoy!
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