Welcome back to the league, I guess? This is a rather strange feeling opening weekend of fantasy football here at the Maybe Next Year League headquarters. While we are just mere hours away from the kickoff of our eighth year of the league, things feel…off
This could be for several reasons
- The first few weeks of fantasy always feel weird. It is restarting the new Thursday-Sunday-Monday routine of checking lineups, fretting over points, players, and matchups and being mostly booked up on the weekends.
- The entire draft debacle. Months and months of trying to find a draft time and date that worked for all eight league members proved to be too impossible of a task. This led us to our first (and likely last) slow draft. Friday, the first draft day (of what would end up being a five day event), started with Andrew taking up four of his allotted six hour pick clock. Following this, Ryan was on pace to take up all six hours but eventually settled on a pick after two and a half hours. The ensuing commotion resulted in the draft indefinitely pausing after the first round for a chance to re-evaluate draft choices. A few live drafts were very close to being scheduled, but no dice. We returned to the slow draft format the following Monday and concluded on Thursday. In between Monday and Thursday though…
- The podcast incident. We all know it too well at this point. I can’t even begin to deal with the fallout that has come from this. This is the real reason all this feels too weird at the moment. The season feels weird because essentially we know we are playing alongside a dead Bowling Bro. walking. It seems all but inevitable that this will be Conner’s last season in the league, whether he knows it or not. The tear is too deep this time to be sewn back together.
Even if you look beyond these three things here, there was even controversy at the draft order selection process, as many were upset to learn of Andrew earning the #1 overall pick via his cat, James.
Regardless of the reason, nothing is going to change the weird feeling, so there is nothing else for us to do rather than power through. And power through we will. I don’t want to sit here and type you all out a “rah-rah, love y’all brothers” type of post, but you know, it kind of is.
All I can say is: stop Andrew from winning #4.
