A Season of Fate's Near Perfection

It seems like a Vulcan millenium ago that I made a fascinating run through the playoffs to only be stopped in the championship game by my old roommate who spent years as my fantasy football apprentice. In one way, I was happy for this young lad who beat his master in such an important game. I still remember this boy running into my room with magazines and internet reports eager to prove his worth to me as the side-car to my Harley Davidson. I taught him how to fantasy, taught him every single thing he knows, and now I can finally call him a worthy opponent.

Now that that is out of the way - I'm looking forward to this season more than ever. I've finally got the school and looking for a job and going out and partying every night and meeting tons of girls out of the way. I'm settled in. I've got a job that keeps me in the house. I'm drinking and partying a lot less. I'm finally ready to give fantasy a good effort.

I know what you are all thinking - you've been giving it a good effort. Know that I appreciate it. But the fact is, my life was way too busy to put the necessary attention on fantasy. This is to blame for my two championship losses in the past two years. I personally guarantee each of you the trophy will come to Lexington next year.

As that little naive boy who used to come to me seeking advices said yesterday - it's time to get serious. Well, you pirate gentlemen, let me tell you this - I've finally gotten serious.