By K Swinton
I never thought I’d be here.
It seemed like it was my year. The conversation went like this – “Gold league is for the worst of the worst. Being in gold league just increases your chances of winning and taking home some easy cash. Hell, four of the teams autodrafted and no one’s seen Surge for almost a decade. Consider this year a gimme.”
I was riding high. Sure, last year didn’t end well but a lot of people trade for Kennan Allen only to be delivered a season ending injury. That kind of luck can’t possibly happen two years in a row. “This year I’ll study,” I said, “I’ll be ready. I’ll be on top of that waiver wire. I’ll watch every game, I’ll even subscribes to Knews’s podcasts and I might even post a tweet or two”. I even thought I could get a Jersey and be in the running for the hammer next year.
And for a week I was unstoppable. Then, in a flash, the regular season was over. 6th place regular season? Who am I? What have I become? *Checks league standings* - Alright, Tzach’s Corsairs are 3-10, JBrad has possibly never adjusted his lineup since his starters, and Kenny’s probably at the gym. Didn’t make the playoffs, but of all loser’s brackets to be in, this is the most hands off experience anyone can ask for.
Then it happened. A round one playoff game where I lost to Surge with the most depressing score I could imagine 55.2 to 54.3. Julio Jones? 0. Drew Brees? 4.5. To be completely honest, I didn’t know that was the score until I checked it as I’m writing this. Shit that’s bad. Round two came and went and suddenly I had lost to Tzach, last place in the regular season. Suddenly it’s Christmas Eve. Is football on the mind? No, I’m at the movies watching Disney’s Sing because that’s what you do on the Holidays when you’re with Family. And besides, there are some terrible teams in the league, why should I worry? 300 unread groupme messages later and there it was. Round three was over and I am at Rock Bottom. 2016, last place.
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