I was disappointed.
When I walked out of Casa de Shireman and the Yinz Team Fantasy Football draft in August, that’s how I felt. I believed that my selection of Maurice Jones-Drew was a poor choice and that Matt Schaub would be a servicible but uninspiring quarterback.
The season got underway, and one win turned into two. Then three. Then six. And now it stands at twelve. 12-0. All of this from a team that on paper looks mediocre at best and begs the question that’s been asked by @shireman before, “Why is your team so good?” It shouldn’t be – and definitely not in a 16-team league. But, as luck would have it… and I mean luck… the Pork Chop Express has run the table.
At about the 9th and 10th week I saw a scenario on the horizon that was the stuff of a eight-hour pregame complete with tearful interviews and fuzzy cutaways to the farmhouse in rural Iowa where I grew up (really I didn’t): A final regular season showdown with Mrs. Woy with a perfect season on the line.
Except for an occasional comment about the possibility of such a matchup from me, there hasn’t really been any tension or anxiety in the Woy household. Until this week. In actions that may merit tampering charges with the league office, Mrs. Woy sent the follow message to the other 14 owners in the league:
Is there a clause somewhere in the rules stating that when Spouse A is playing Spouse B in the final regular season game, and Spouse B has a 12-0 record, that Spouse A can plead with the rest of players to dump their best players so Spouse A can pick them up? Or is that against the rules? Just wondering. It’s hard living with Mr. Perfect-Season.
Now, I may be talking the game up a little bit around the house but do I really look like this guy?
The best part in that is that I requested that the commissioner restore her a defense that she accidently dropped while trying to do a slick maneuver this week AFTER she sent the e-mail. You’re welcome, dear.
Unfortunately, I won’t be around for the early games on Sunday as I’ll be at Heinz watching the Steelers host the Raiders. I would welcome any texts with updates and/or heckling from those of you that will be following the game.
For the record, I think I’m going to lose.
1. To be clear…the defense thing…total accident. I didn’t NEED your help. I could’ve waited for them to clear waivers. You just helped move it along. BTW, thanks Jim!
2. You might regret going to the Steelers’ game. If you haven’t noticed, WoyGirl LOVES your laptop. She may or may not be able to make lineup changes on your behalf.
3. In the event I do win, that big (Read: huge, ginormous, excessive, ridiculous) pile of laundry in the closet…all you.
4. Even though it might appear that I attempted to work the system for players, and no matter because you’ll probably beat me by 50+ points, I love you! May the best Woy win.
Go Team Mrs. Woy!
Mr. Woy, you are certainly tempting the karma Gods, as well as all the teams you defeated who would certainly love to see you take a Tiger Woods (a public fall, but w/o the infidelity, of course, Mrs. Woy).