So it has been a few weeks since my fantasy football season ended and last we spoke about it, I was currently in 2nd or 3rd place. Well I ended up coming in 2nd going into the playoffs so I had a bye week. Then the next week I played my boss and killed him and that took me into the final game. The Super Bowl of fantasy football. Not gonna lie....I was extremely nervous. I knew if anything, I would come in 2nd and that would be wonderful. When I joined the league, my only goal was to not come in last. At least stay somewhere in the top 7 and that would at least be good enough to make a small name for myself.
At least show I kinda know what I am doing. I never thought I would get to where I got before that game. I knew I had killer players but obviously so did he. So the game is going on and I needed one more touchdown to win. And what does Odell Beckham Jr. do....make that touchdown. And I got to watch it. I got to see me go from 2nd place to 1st in an instance. I couldn't believe it. I went from losing the first game of the season, to winning the 2nd, to losing the 3rd, to winning the 4th and so on until I finally got a solid team week 8 and kept winning. After week 8, my lowest score was 100 and my highest was 142. Going into Monday's game, I was already ahead of him by 10 points and it didn't matter what Anderson did for me. Because I had already won.
I won. I finally won something. If you know anything about me, it's I have no luck. Yes I have been blessed with a gorgeous husband, amazing dogs and a perfectly unperfect family but when it comes to actually winning something, I am awful. Contest, Vegas, you name it, I never win. It's why I never gamble, because I know my odds. But I took a chance on this, and with the help of my husband, we won! I have to thank a few people:
Odell Beckham Jr.
Giovanni Bernard (before you got hurt)
Jordan Cameron (you did nothing but your hot)
And I really must thank my husband. For taking all the bullshit I dished out and blaming him if Drew fumbled, and wondering why he made me play this person over this person, congratulating myself when I won, screaming at the TV, becoming a complete bitch when I did lose, blaming him if I lost, screaming at him if he moved my line-up without consulting me first and for just being the most kind patient loving man that he is with me. It really did bond us, he taught me a whole lot about football, he made me make my own decisions after he explained who each person was playing and it really was a lot of fun. I am glad he talked me into joining the league. And if this is only year I win, it's cool. Because I will always be the girl who kicked all the guy's butts!
And I cant do a football post without saying