Ultimate fantasy

Or not. . . Even though our fantasy basketball draft is still a month out, we set the order for it today. I did it via a nice little website which you feed your team manager email addresses into, and it randomly assigns an order, and emails everyone their spot. As it's all automated, there was no way for me to cheat. Which is kind of a shame, because for the second year in a row I got a really crappy pick. It was much better in the days when Ash and I used to rig it each year.*

As soon as I saw the draft order email I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. Number nine. In a ten team league. In that split instant, all my dreams of watching Chris Paul rack up the assists, Kobe scoring 30 plus a night, and Lebron flirting with a triple double every game were dashed.

Instead, I'm left talking myself into certain best-case scenarios, like "Sure (player x) has a history of injuries, but he was fine last year, perhaps he can do it again". Or "Maybe he's been practicing free throws this off-season, instead of knocking up team dancers".


Nevertheless, I'm slowly coming around. I'm definitely at the acceptance stage in the cycle of grief. I've come up with a few ideas, which I won't share here, since 75% of you guys are in my league. Let's just say as long as no more blue-chip players get injured in the next month, I think I'll be OK.

* Just a joke Mike. I can sense your blood pressure rising ten thousand kilometres away.