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| December 25, 2005 Hope you all had a great Christmas. You may recall from an earlier column of mine that I someday hope to experience the joy of fatherhood and the thrill of winning my fantasy football league. Well I’d like to tell you that on this, the most sacred of all yearly holidays, one of these things has come true. Now before you hop on the phone and start spreading rumors that I’ve knocked somebody up, I’m happy to announce that I, Anthony Elms, am the Champion of the 2005 League of Champions Fantasy Football League! I must admit that for a long time I didn’t think I could do But the thing about rock bottom, as they say, is that there’s nowhere to go but up. The loss to Highlight Reel left me with a very poor 2-4 record and not even in the hunt for a playoff birth. However, the following week I upset Nookie Patrol, who at that time was near the top of the league. Then I won again, and again, and again….and pretty soon the playoffs were starting, I was on a 7-game win streak and had grabbed a number 3 seed with my newfound momentum. After whipping up on Nookie Patrol again, I defeated Alice! in the semifinals, leading to a showdown for the championship with Georgia Pain Train, another upstart like myself and a team I consider to be my arch nemesis ever since we got into a war of words on the league message board (which, I proudly admit, I started). Ever been around that one guy who gets under your skin, the guy who it appears get places in life because he’s lucky? In our league, that’s Georgia Pain Train. He’s the one who always seems to be playing against teams when their best players are in their bye week, a guy who made the playoffs despite finishing 8th in the league in points. Last year he made it all the way to the finals even though I didn’t think his team was that good, and here he was again even though I didn’t believe in him this time either. Going into Sunday night’s Minnesota-Baltimore I believe there are four key reasons why I ran the gauntlet and came out on top, and I’d be remiss not to acknowledge why I think I’m sipping the fantasy football bubbly this year: 1. Carson Palmer being dumped in my lap in the 7th round. The Culpepper injury made a tough decision easy for me. Usually I’d wait a few weeks and see if things turned around, until way after it was too late, but fortunately I didn’t sit on my butt on this one; by the time Daunte was hurt I’d already pulled the plug on him and his numerous team-killing interceptions a couple of weeks earlier. Need more proof? Just look at Palmer’s numbers. I was fortunate to get such a steal that late in the draft – next year he’ll be a top 15 pick. 2. Picking up Cardinals’ kicker Neil Rackers. I wouldn’t be here today without him. I saw that he was doing well early on and Sebastian Janikowski just wasn’t cutting it for me. The first game I had Neil he kicked like four 40+ yard field goals and scored 23 points, which may have been the highest single-game point total by a kicker this season. 3. Resisting the urge to make a risky trade. My running backs this year were Tiki Barber and Clinton Portis. Tiki was always untouchable, but about midway through the season I considered trading Portis to Ironhead’s thingy because I needed help at wide receiver, which was an Achilles heel for me the entire season. Thankfully I didn’t – Clinton really came on late in the year. Sometimes the best deals are the ones you don’t make. 4. GPT benching Willie Parker for the championship game in favor of Michael Bennett, a guy who’d been on his team for about 3 days. Bennett had 9 total yards in the final - he’d have done just as well if he’d missed the plane. Parker ran for 130 and scored a touchdown, which would have easily given GPT the win had he started. Parker was one of the reasons he was even in the championship round, but GPT wasn’t able to resist over-maneuvering. No offense Pain Train, but that was definitely a “Sam Bowie over Michael Jordan moment” - I don’t think even Isiah Thomas would have made that move. But don’t try playing the “If I’d left in Willie Parker…” card – if if’s and but’s were candy and nuts…I guess Christmas couldn’t have turned out much better for this guy (thumbs pointing backwards, oh yeah). So what happens from here? Mission: Repeat starts tomorrow. I enjoy the rest of the NFL season without worrying about statistics. I make a half- hearted effort to collect the agreed-upon $5 entry fee that nobody has paid, which is going to be tough to do since Pain Train lives in Georgia, Jerry’s Kids lives in Dallas and I’ve never even met Easy Co. Spades. I start strategizing for next year’s draft – it’s only like 7 or 8 months away. I start trying to come up with a name for next year’s team - even though I’ll always recall it fondly, I must retire Perry’s Grandma. I come up with new and fun ways to taunt the other guys in the league – like reminding Skeletor that he drafted Ben Roethlisberger 3rd overall when he’d have been available in the 6th round (prompting Jerry’s Kids’ instant classic response – “WTF?”), or telling The Octagons that he needs to fire his GM knowing that he was the GM, or writing a column on a website for all of them to read painfully, much like a Dear John letter or an eviction notice. And I will constantly boast of my conquest over them, all year long, in other ways I haven’t even thought of yet, like reminding them that entering next year I’m still on a 10-game win streak. And I would expect them to do the same under similar circumstances, for in fantasy football the meek shall not inherit the earth – there’s no false modesty here. But for the rest of this night, I’ll smile and enjoy a celebratory Mountain Dew. See ya next year, suckers! Anthony Elms Contact Me |
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