It may technically be a little too early to call it, but I am facing the emotional letdown of my first fantasy football loss of the season. Now, I know with my previous history, a fantasy loss isn't totally foreign territory, but this was the season of the 5-0 start. I didn't feel as prepared for the fantasy draft this year, and my drafting insecurities were magnified by the cruel ability of a certain JERRY SULLIVAN to steal my very next draft pick right out from under me in his draft spot directly before me. Although it is a fantasy church league, I was not feeling a lot of Jesus towards Mr. Jerry Sullivan by the end of the night. But the sweet revenge was the perfect 5-0 season - oh, happy day!
This weekend I had to play against, oh yes - you guessed it, JERRY SULLIVAN. (I say his name like Seinfeld says "Newman"...) And with the picks that should have been mine, his team is likely going to end my perfect season. (He has two players left for Denver tomorrow night and I'm only up by four points. Here's hoping his wide receiver comes down with swine flu and the Denver kicker discovers a festering planter's wart.)
I realize that it isn't the end of the world. I know that the sun will rise and set tomorrow whether I am 5-1 or 6-0. But a loss to Jerry Sullivan?!?!?! Oh, the cruel irony of it! Beat by the team I should have had!
I have had five weeks experiencing the thrill of victory. Tonight I wrestle with the agony of defeat.