What is the meaning of life? In a word - Disappointment.
Life is a series of events that inevitably lets us down. Ninety-nine percent of the population continues to pursue dreams that are never accomplished, a quality of life that is never realized. So what do we do? We search for activities, foolishly thinking that we can control, in order to taste some small measure of success. What my activity? Fantasy Football.
Over the past several weeks, I have, through a succession of shrewd transactions, assembled a squad that in my mind, is invincible. So I have a 6 point lead going into tonights Packers / Seahawks Monday nighter. My opponent has Seattle's Defence and I'll admit that I am a little concerned, given Brett Favre's propensity to throwing interceptions.
So what happened? I could not have scripted it any better for the first 55 minutes. In a League where sacks register 1 point and turnovers 2, Favre had neither of these transgressions blemishing his stat line.
Then it began.
Favre throws a pick with about 5 minutes left. Not great but not disasterous either. I'm still up 4 and am hoping that Seattle bleeds the clock and I can go home happy. Seattle goes 3 and out. Favre throws another pick. 'Okay' I'm telling myself, 'Seattle gets 1 first down and its done'. Seahawks go 3 and out again, pinning the Packers inside their own 10 yard line. Now Favre has to go ninety something yards with no time outs, he'll have to throw a lot and, well, by now I'm sure that you can tell where this is going.
To my suprise, Favre's dinking and dunking has moved the Packers to mid field, burning all but 13 seconds off of the game clock. My buddies are telling me that I've got this one in the bag but I know disaster is on its way. Kind of like when you have headphones on and someone approaches you and stands behind you. You can't hear them but you've somehow sensed that they are there.
So 13 seconds left. Favre dumps one off over the middle to the running back. 'Perfect. That will run out the clock', I think to myself, breaking into a satisfied grin. Somehow the official manages to set the ball, Favre manages to set his Offensive Line and gets the play off with one second remaining and I know whats coming. I'm like Pesci in 'Good Fellas' just before he gets whacked. Favre has the ball knocked loose from behind (Sack = 1 point) and the Seahawks recover (2 points). I lose by 1 point.
Life is a series of events that are, sooner or later, guaranteed to disappoint. I am never again taking up a new hobby or bothering to learn a new skill because the end result always falls shot of the desired outcome.
Gotta go, heard that Mike Vanderjagt was cut so I need to find another kicker.
Life is a series of events that inevitably lets us down. Ninety-nine percent of the population continues to pursue dreams that are never accomplished, a quality of life that is never realized. So what do we do? We search for activities, foolishly thinking that we can control, in order to taste some small measure of success. What my activity? Fantasy Football.
Over the past several weeks, I have, through a succession of shrewd transactions, assembled a squad that in my mind, is invincible. So I have a 6 point lead going into tonights Packers / Seahawks Monday nighter. My opponent has Seattle's Defence and I'll admit that I am a little concerned, given Brett Favre's propensity to throwing interceptions.
So what happened? I could not have scripted it any better for the first 55 minutes. In a League where sacks register 1 point and turnovers 2, Favre had neither of these transgressions blemishing his stat line.
Then it began.
Favre throws a pick with about 5 minutes left. Not great but not disasterous either. I'm still up 4 and am hoping that Seattle bleeds the clock and I can go home happy. Seattle goes 3 and out. Favre throws another pick. 'Okay' I'm telling myself, 'Seattle gets 1 first down and its done'. Seahawks go 3 and out again, pinning the Packers inside their own 10 yard line. Now Favre has to go ninety something yards with no time outs, he'll have to throw a lot and, well, by now I'm sure that you can tell where this is going.
To my suprise, Favre's dinking and dunking has moved the Packers to mid field, burning all but 13 seconds off of the game clock. My buddies are telling me that I've got this one in the bag but I know disaster is on its way. Kind of like when you have headphones on and someone approaches you and stands behind you. You can't hear them but you've somehow sensed that they are there.
So 13 seconds left. Favre dumps one off over the middle to the running back. 'Perfect. That will run out the clock', I think to myself, breaking into a satisfied grin. Somehow the official manages to set the ball, Favre manages to set his Offensive Line and gets the play off with one second remaining and I know whats coming. I'm like Pesci in 'Good Fellas' just before he gets whacked. Favre has the ball knocked loose from behind (Sack = 1 point) and the Seahawks recover (2 points). I lose by 1 point.
Life is a series of events that are, sooner or later, guaranteed to disappoint. I am never again taking up a new hobby or bothering to learn a new skill because the end result always falls shot of the desired outcome.
Gotta go, heard that Mike Vanderjagt was cut so I need to find another kicker.
posted by average john at 10:32 PM
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