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“Hey, Dad.  So did you win last night?” Zane queries as he enters the car after school.  I am in one of those Fantasy Football Leagues and Zane is very interested in how my team fares from week to week.  He’ll sit with me on Thursdays as we look at the upcoming games and match-ups attempting to make roster adjustments and optimize my line up.

It’s a grand effort in futility.  I add players and drop players.   Sit or play guys depending on who their opponents are for the week.    I call myself analyzing when in reality it’s all a gamble.  I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned, but I’m a horrible gambler.  Horrible, I say. Read the rest of this entry →