For many people, this week is fantasy football championship week. Everybody is going to be scrambling to get there lineups set as best they can, and for some, it becomes a buffer between them and their family members.
For my brother and I, it is not the same story. It is, in fact, an entirely different story all together. We first started playing fantasy football a year ago. I had two teams. He had one. Both of my teams made it to the championship game, and one of them, in fact, won the title. For my brother, his luck was not so good, as his team failed to make the playoffs.
Fast-forward to the offseason. We discussed starting up an online league through a website which I cannot name due to a potential copyright issue. Anyway, we joked about how funny it would be if our teams faced off in the championship game. How we probably wouldn't talk to each other for the week leading up to it. We talked about it all through the offseason. When Fantasy football season started up, sure enough, I started up a public league, and he joined it. When we drafted, it appeared as if I would be a sure-fire playoff contender, drafting players such as T.J. Houwhateverhisnameis, Chad JohnsonOchoCinco, and Torry Holt at the wide receiver position. My brother on the other hand, appeared to be going no where fast, drafting a quarterback who had surgery in the offseason, two suspended wideouts, one running back who held out of camp, another who appeared to be a one-year wonder, and a bunch of apparent lousy backups.
Naturally, I had trouble at the wide receiver position, as I ended up with the worst core in the history of anything fantasy. Drew Brees carried my team throughout the season. My brother on the other hand, started the season 4-0. We faced each other in week 6, which ironically was the same week that our favorite teams faced off. I wound up with the better week, as my Falcons beat his Bears, and my fantasy team beat his. As the season drew to a close, however, he wound up with the last(or should I say "better") laugh. His team clinched a playoff spot early and went 10-3-1, while mine had to wait until a 200, 2 TD performance from my week 8 waiver wonder Antonio Bryant, to clinch a playoff spot. I went 9-5 in the regular season.
On to this week. My brother was smart enough to steal a running back of waivers who's first name he can't even pronounce. (hint: he plays for an NFC South team) That running back tore apart his Bears on Thursday night, and yet his Bears came away with the "W". It didn't even take until Monday night for him to be assured a spot in that coveted championship game. As for me, I had the same fate, ripping the head off my opponent's team. Guess what that means. After all that offseason-preseason talk, we're going to be facing off in the championship game. A rematch of our week 6 bout. Only, we are talking to each other even though some of it is trash. Both of us understand that we can't both win it all, and with that in mind, we can only hope that the best man wins.
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