I'd like to update but I don't have anything particularly interesting to communicate.
Over the long weekend, we went to Augusta to visit Alan's parents and brother, which was fun and enjoyable - saw some sights, ate some good meals, had a nice visit.
Saturday was our Fantasy Football draft. I'm very disappointed as I got only 2 players that I really wanted; moreover, those were mid-level guys I wanted for emotional reasons, not statistically strong picks. I don't know why I stink so much at the live draft but I seem to decide (for example) way too late that all the good running backs are getting snapped up so I might as well choose a quarterback, only to find that the top 8 or 9 quarterbacks are gone already, too. Then I check wide receivers and find that none of the top picks are available there anymore, either. I know I can trade and pick up other guys off waivers, so it's okay but I still wish I was better at drafting.
My ankle is still swollen but it doesn't hurt, particularly, except when I go up and down stairs. More than pain or discomfort, I continue to be vexed by my complete inability to explain/recall how I managed to sprain it. I am wearing an Ace bandage along with my shoes. I look like a total doofus.
Over the long weekend, we went to Augusta to visit Alan's parents and brother, which was fun and enjoyable - saw some sights, ate some good meals, had a nice visit.
Saturday was our Fantasy Football draft. I'm very disappointed as I got only 2 players that I really wanted; moreover, those were mid-level guys I wanted for emotional reasons, not statistically strong picks. I don't know why I stink so much at the live draft but I seem to decide (for example) way too late that all the good running backs are getting snapped up so I might as well choose a quarterback, only to find that the top 8 or 9 quarterbacks are gone already, too. Then I check wide receivers and find that none of the top picks are available there anymore, either. I know I can trade and pick up other guys off waivers, so it's okay but I still wish I was better at drafting.
My ankle is still swollen but it doesn't hurt, particularly, except when I go up and down stairs. More than pain or discomfort, I continue to be vexed by my complete inability to explain/recall how I managed to sprain it. I am wearing an Ace bandage along with my shoes. I look like a total doofus.
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We all kind of feel that way about the live draft. Leigh-Ann and I yelled to each other back & forth (our computer desks are separated by a wall), "Oh man, s/he just took the guy I wanted! Damn!" I'll admit to being lucky and getting the first pick, so I got the RB I wanted, but my second pick is already injured, Bo stole my QB, and all the TEs I wanted were taken. Of course, the problem with them is that there aren't very many that are dependably good. So anyway, we're in the same boat.
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Anonymous, at 3:53 AM
That makes me feel better. Obviously, I understand that I can't have a team consisting only of the top 2 - 3 guys at each position, but I sit there wondering how I don't manage to get ANYONE I wanted, y'know? In contrast to you, my TE was one of 2 guys I really really wanted - Alge Crumpler, because he plays for Atlanta and I wanted to show the hometown team some love, but Bo says he's a solid choice performance-wise. I wanted Hines Ward for the same reason (a UGA boy) so I was happy about those.
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Helly, at 6:51 AM
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