Fuck You Grantland

This is a blog based on spite.

Spite and hate.

Spite and hate and bitterness.

Fuck you Grantland.

You see, the website Grantland (a Bill Simmons joint) hosted a contest called "Grantland Fantasy Island." To enter the contest, you needed to submit a 750 word entry giving your top 5 Fantasy Picks, 1 Sleeper, and the reasoning behind the picks. Seeing how the title of the website mentions Sports and Pop Culture as it's two main objectives and seeing how I have the Sports/Pop Culture rotted mind of a 32 year old who remembers both Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann as SportsCenter anchors, getting yelled at by my parents for jacking up their AOL bill by spending too much time on the Internet back when they charged per hour, and attempting to remember EVERYTHING just in case Alex Trebeck calls I figured I would be a perfect match for what they were looking for. I peppered my entry with both nuisanced insights (i.e. Predicting Drew Brees will be a top 5 fantasy pick because he wants to give Roger Goodell the ultimate FUCK YOU)

I was wrong.

Oh was I wrong.

The announcement went up on their webpage. I immediately noticed a stunning lack of, well...me. I was heartbroken. Shattered. I would use an appropriate Friday Night Lights reference here but I never watched the show (I've determined this is the reason why I was left out). So what to do? The answer dawned on me almost immediately; start my own Fantasy Football Blog, then surreptitiously let them know of my existance, then bask in their unending praise of my football acumen and rougish sense of humor.

So in this vein I will post weekly updates on my Fantasy Football team. I will be using a standard Yahoo Public League with a live draft. I won't go through a scoring breakdown here. It's pretty basic stuff.

As I'm sure you've noticed, this post is two weeks into the season. The next few posts will catch up on the draft and the first two weeks. Maybe this is why Grantland hates me. I can't keep a deadline.