Yesterday I lamented what looked to be a loss to my opponent in last weekend’s fantasy football matchup; today I exult in an unlooked-for triumph. Sometime in the last couple of hours, Yahoo did a last-minute Florida-style recount of the fantasy points generated by the players on my team, and mirabile dictu, I find that my fighting Purple Stallions now ingloriously reside atop the league, having been determined to have won the matchup in question by a hair’s breadth, 149.84 to 149.57. My starting D, Carolina, was credited late with a fumble recovery. Bask in my shiny reflected glory:

What will really chap my opponent’s ass is that he didn’t bother to replace two players who were on a bye last weekend. Even one active player standing around breathing would likely have given him the victory. Heh. Sucks to be him.
Pretty big talk for someone who won by a half point or so, I know. But that’s the beauty of fantasy football. Next up: 3 and 0!
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I can’t even begin to understand this fantasy football thing — I’m proud of myself for halfway understanding the real thing — but congratulations on your victory nevertheless.
I don’t have to believe in it for it to be real.
There’s a funny current “Real Men of Genius” Bud Light radio ad: “We salute you, Mr. Fantasy Football Manager Guy.” I listened and said, “Hey! I resemble those remarks!”