In my estimation, I've been playing fantasy football in some capacity for something like 10-12 years. The last six or seven years, I've been playing competitively. By "competitively," I am referring to leagues in which something is on the line and something can be won for earning that illustrious fantasy football championship.
Most of my fantasy footballing is done on Fanball's Real Leagues (previously Exit42). It's $10 for two teams and an additional $5 for two more teams. If one of your teams wins, you get a free entry (two free teams) the following year. I also dabble into the traditional family and friends league - hosted by Yahoo!, of course - where 12 guys pitch in $50 a piece and the winner-takes-all.
Anyways, I have yet to win a fantasy football championship, at least as far as I can remember. Unlike fantasy baseball where I routinely rake in championship after championship, that fantasy football crown has eluded me. And it's not like I haven't been trying. I normally run in the neighborhood of five teams; I had six this season. I buy two fantasy football magazines at the beginning of each football season and religiously study the player rankings and draft strategies until I'm borderline comatose.
The worst part of it all is that I seem to have chances every single year. If my mind serves me correctly, at least half of my teams have made the playoffs in each of the past four or five years, maybe more. But somehow I've evolved into the Marty Schottenheimer of fantasy football. I've made making the fantasy football playoffs a habit, but I can't win the big one.
This year sums it all up perfectly.
As I alluded to earlier, I managed six fantasy teams this season, four of which made the playoffs. Here's a brief rundown of the fates of all six teams.
Yahoo! Teams
The Fightin Pitbulls, winners of the "Chimps & Pimps" division in my free family league, had the good fortune of meeting up with a 10-4 team from the other division in Round 1 - a team who had outscored all of the teams in my division in the regular season, including mine. Needless to say, I lost. I then proceeded to lose to my wife in the 3rd place game.
Randy Moss-Some was one of two teams not to make the playoffs. As karma would have it, this was my only "money league." The top six teams make the playoffs. Naturally, I finished seventh, 2.5 points out of sixth.
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Fanball Teams
Drink Coke Be Happy finished 11-2 and earned the #1 seed and a first-round bye in the playoffs. I made it to the championship game only to lose to the Rockets by nine points. I lost only because of the opposing manager's incompetence. He chose not to start Willie Parker, the league's rushing leader at the time, so that he could start an additional receiver. That's a major no-no in fantasy football playoffs. Well, Parker breaks his leg and puts up a goose egg, while his three receiver tandem combined for 41 points.
The Tight Ends were my second and final team to miss the playoffs. To my own admission, this was an awful team. But to pour salt in the wounds, after starting 2-6 and having the #1 pick in next year's draft in sight (all four Fanball teams are in keeper leagues), my team decides to win four of it's last five to finish 6-7 and end up with the fifth pick.
The Polynesian Ricepickers finished 10-3, the second-best record in the league. However, the best record (11-2) came from my same division. So, I was relegated to the #4 seed as the best wild-card team. I cruised to two straight playoff wins, including one over the 11-2 team, to reach the championship game. My opponent was the defending two-time champ, Bull Hill Gang. It's not often a three-digit score isn't good enough to win, but, on this day, it wasn't. I lost 112-108. The stars of Bull Hill Gang's team? Peyton Manning and Reggie Wayne. That's insult to injury.
(By the way, my Polynesian Ricepickers team has made the playoffs in each year of its existence except one. It's now made two championships and has lost both. The only other time was several years back when I lost by a point because of a freakin' Tyrone Wheatley 40-yard run.)
Finally, the Slumpbusters, who was arguably my best team, finished with a 10-3 record as well. Like Drink Coke Be Happy, this team entered the playoffs with a first-round bye and the #1 seed. The Slumpbusters, though, went one-and-done. The core of my team was made up of Romo, Tomlinson, and Addai. When I needed them most, Romo and Addai combined for 14 points, and I departed at the hands of a 79-70 loss.
Thus is the life of a fantasy footballer. Ten years and counting with zero championships to show for my work. The Marty Schottenheimer parallel really isn't too far-fetched after all. Perhaps I should fire myself and hire Josh McDaniels to run my teams. If he declines, I'll probably just continue to donate money to fantasy football magazine publishers and to the other teams in my leagues because it sure doesn't look like I have the luck factor on my side.
Hey, at least I have the Patriots.






