And no its not that staples commercial. For us crazy, psycho, partially mentally unstable people its what we call Fantasy Draft time. Where you either gather at someones place, or by your trusty computer and draft away players, in hopes that you will find ways to rack up a ton of dough.
This year I thought I was going to scale back to just 2 leagues, but no I'm in 3. One was out of a request of a friend that he wanted someone he knew in the league. Of course I get the first pick and go ahead and draft DeAngelo Williams to get dirty looks. That's right I thought out side of the box and didn't draft Adrian Peterson. To which I got a few dirty looks and a question of why did you not draft him.
Last night was draft #2 which was a keeper draft. That went fairly smooth with some questionable draft choices by some. This leads me to tonight. The final draft I'm involved with. Where my friend decides that hes going to scale the league down, but add the catch all flex spot. That's right kids, a QB/RB/WR/TE flex for you non fantasy folk. This lead to some of the most WTF drafting. Drew Brees #1, Tom Brady #4 and Peyton Manning all gone before the 10th pick which I had. So much for top flight QB. Instead I take LT2 (LaDainian Tomlinson) and Larry Fitzgerald. I had to get some top flight talent instead of the 2nd tier QBs. I grabbed McNabb in round 4 which I'll have to say was worth it considering I was watching people make runs on that position, like everyone made a run to the bank in the 20's.
I think I have 3 competitive teams this year... hopefully some luck will happen to fall my way as well.
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