My computer hates me. Really, I’m not lying about this. The damn thing hates me and what’s worse, it’s recruiting other haters. He’s got my laptop turned against me too. Let’s just assume for argument’s sake the computer is a he, alright. It could be a she for all I know. The point is, the computer has decided to turn against me.
I’ve been trying for 4 days now to log into my EPSN.com account to manage my fantasy team. Fantasy being the operative word there because any chance I may have of winning with these morons has got to be a fantasy! I decided to change things up a bit, drop some losers and replace them with guys who were less losers than the losers I am currently losing with.
Trying I say, because I can’t seem to sign in to ESPN.com to make any changes. I can navigate through the entire web page but can’t get the sign in page to load. I can’t get the member services page to load. I’ve tried our pc and my laptop. No Luck. Ever hear the phrase “my hands are tied”? Well, that’s me!
Up until this morning I could at least move players from the bench to the starting line-up. This morning, I say because that option is no longer available to me. All I can do is sit and stare at my lame ass team. I can’t do a damn thing–much like my team has done these past two weeks.
I called the help line this morning and a nice guy named Chuck… (I just made that up, I can’t remember his name. I was so happy to have actually reached someone I could have cared less what his name was.) Well, Chuck logs into my account without a problem. He asks what player I wanted to add so I just give him a name off the top of my head–Pittman. “So who do you want to drop?” he asks.
“Uhm, (I wasn’t expecting this kind of help. I wasn’t ready.) Uhm–Ginn. Yeah, drop Ginn.”
And so he did. And now I have some guy named Pittman that I know nothing about–I don’t even know who he plays for–and I dropped a potentially decent albeit nonproductive thus far receiver.
Chuck could do it from some cubicle in God only knows where but I couldn’t. He suggested I check my firewall or some such nonsense. I did. Many times. I can’t log in. I can’t even get to the login page. What is up with that?
I think this is God’s way of telling me that I suck as a fantasy footballer and should spend my time doing things more productive like laundry or yelling at kids. Now that I can do! I’m not done yet, though. I’ve got a plan but I’m going to need some duct tape, Elmer’s, needle nose pliers, and a cup of flour, oh and a borrowed computer or laptop before the weekend. (You’ve been warned, Ann.)
It’s only the third week of the season and if I can’t get my login issues resolved I can officially concede the season. Unless of course, this Pittman guy turns out to be a monster and rallies the rest of my lame group of losers to start playing above their heads. I just hope his back is strong because he’s going to have a load to carry.
