It's a Wonderful Fantasy Life
Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2017 10:05 am
Probably a little too rushed on my part, but thought I'd give this a try before a day of celebrating Christmas with the family...
THE FACTS OF THE PAST....
Greg Ambrosius grew up in a fine family. He was close to his family. Especially his Mother, who he dearly loved.
As he grew, he began his life-long love affair with sports.
He became a Brewers fan and Packers fan. Loyalty bred.
It wouldn't do to root for other teams.
Progressing through school, Greg realized he had a knack for writing.
And it that writing concerned sports, all the better.
That writing progressed after school to jobs writing for newspapers and magazines.
Keeping his love for sports, he did more than root for the Packers and Brewers.
He started to play fantasy sports.
His love for writing and fantasy sports would soon bring him to write for Fantasy Sports Magazine.
A product of Krause Publications.
While there, he met and became members of several fantasy leagues and fantasy associations.
Young Greg knew that fantasy sports is where he wanted to spend his life.
While writing for the magazine, he brainstormed 'a league of his own'.
A high stakes league with no trades and 15 teams instead of the usual 8-12.
He pitched the idea to the magazine and got the go-ahead to launch.
That first year was a year of lost money for everybody except for the winners.
But, the next year was better.
And the next better....
Soon, the National Fantasy Baseball Championship was THE place to be if anybody wanted to claim to be an 'Expert' in the hobby.
Names like Gekko, Doughboys, King of Queens, Mike the Mouth, and Edwards Kings became known handles and well-known names on the Message Boards.
Thousands of folks, looking to be one of the 'big boys' would enter into auctions, Draft Champions, and even the Main Events.
It was an honor to win any NFBC league.
The Championship changed hands through time.
Some for the better, some for the worse.
Greg wanted to keep the Championships afloat for his followers and the industry.
Along as the NFBC was around, the season-long fantasy game would be around.
With each changing of hands to every company, Greg would tell his customers that things were going to be even better than before.
In time and in most cases, things were better.
The problem being that with instant technology, today's customers want instant results.
And in the latest transition to SportsHub, the results have come slower than anticipated.
Greg was despondent.
SportsHub was very, very slow in delivering to NFBC customers.
There was no auto1.
His customers were impatient to put it kindly.
THE FICTION OF THE FUTURE.....
Greg knew the news was going to be bad.
SportsHub had called Greg on the carpet.
They were unlike other venues that Greg had gotten into bed with.
They were sensitive about public scrutiny.
They had taken shots from Message Board writers of how mediocre early SportsHub results had been.
He thought about the 15 years of the NFBC.
All the trials and tribulations that he had had while forming and building the brand.
Why, if the NFBC were a kid, that kid would be in high school!
15 years.
A long time.
Now, sitting in front of the CEO, Greg was listening to the sudden demise of the NFBC.
SportsHub no longer wanted to take on the task.
The bad publicity from such a little 'arm' of their companies was too much.
Greg was beside himself.
What would he tell his family?
What would he tell his friends.
His workmates?
His NFBC customers?
No NFBC?
Desperate, he ran to the STATS offices.
His last hope if the NFBC were to survive.
"Greg, what could you give us for taking the NFBC back"?
"420 of the most loyal customers and a thousand more who love the game", he replied.
"Those 'loyal' customers were mud in the eye of SportsHub."
"They were the same to us".
Snickering, STATS said, their ADP is worth more than their loyalty!"
Greg did not want to face all the folks loved during his life.
He had poured his life into the NFBC.
Leaving STATS offices, he was both suicidal and hallucinating.
He felt the accelerator beneath his foot and pushed it to the floor.
Looking beside him, he was astonished to see Mike Trout sitting in the passenger seat.
"How are you, Greg?", he asked.
"Not good, not good at all. I'm going 110 miles an hour down a country road and thinking that Mike Trout is in my car!"
"Not good at all!"
"Pull over, Greg. I want to talk", Mike Trout said.
"No Mike Trout, you can help fantasy teams, but you can't help me."
Mike Trout waves his hand and the car magically stops.
"You've had a wonderful life, Greg, this is a mere bump in the road."
"I wish I were never born", responded Greg.
Mike Trout waves his hand....
"Ok, Greg, you were never born. Here is a computer, have a look at your favorite sites."
"Wait, where did the NFBC go?"
"Niagara Falls Bike Club?" What the Hell is that for an NFBC?"
"You were never born Greg, so there is no National Fantasy Baseball Championship."
"Don't bother looking up Message Board members either."
Gekko is a lizard, not a person. King of Queens, a tv show only."
"I can't even find the season-long game, what happened to it?"
"The Government lumped it with the daily game. Without the NFBC and NFFC, interest was soon lost in the season-long game first in football, then baseball."
"It died."
There is no season-long game in fantasy sports any longer."
"Who are you calling, Greg?"
"My wife and kids."
"You don't have a wife or kids, Greg. You were never born."
"NOW CUT THAT OUT, MIKE TROUT!"
"You rhymed, Greg."
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT RHYMING, MIKE TROUT! I WANT MY LIFE BACK! I WANNA LIVE, MIKE TROUT, I WANNA LIVE!"
Mike Trout disappeared.
Greg looked down at his computer.
Folks on the Message Board were squawking about auto1.
"HELLO GOOD OL MESSAGE BOARDS!"
An Email from SportsHub, with a change of heart...
"YES! HELLO ANOTHER NFBC YEAR!
He looked at his phone and saw a text from the wife, 'Pick up milk'.
"HELLO GOOD OL WIFE!"
"I'M BACK AND CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW YEAR!"
(Remember while we complain about little stuff in the long run like auto1, to be thankful for the bigger things like the NFBC and fantasy baseball. Without it, we would all be total strangers, a hole in our lives)
And thanks Greg for bringing it to us.
You've really have had a Wonderful Real and Fantasy Life.
Merry Christmas Everybody!
THE FACTS OF THE PAST....
Greg Ambrosius grew up in a fine family. He was close to his family. Especially his Mother, who he dearly loved.
As he grew, he began his life-long love affair with sports.
He became a Brewers fan and Packers fan. Loyalty bred.
It wouldn't do to root for other teams.
Progressing through school, Greg realized he had a knack for writing.
And it that writing concerned sports, all the better.
That writing progressed after school to jobs writing for newspapers and magazines.
Keeping his love for sports, he did more than root for the Packers and Brewers.
He started to play fantasy sports.
His love for writing and fantasy sports would soon bring him to write for Fantasy Sports Magazine.
A product of Krause Publications.
While there, he met and became members of several fantasy leagues and fantasy associations.
Young Greg knew that fantasy sports is where he wanted to spend his life.
While writing for the magazine, he brainstormed 'a league of his own'.
A high stakes league with no trades and 15 teams instead of the usual 8-12.
He pitched the idea to the magazine and got the go-ahead to launch.
That first year was a year of lost money for everybody except for the winners.
But, the next year was better.
And the next better....
Soon, the National Fantasy Baseball Championship was THE place to be if anybody wanted to claim to be an 'Expert' in the hobby.
Names like Gekko, Doughboys, King of Queens, Mike the Mouth, and Edwards Kings became known handles and well-known names on the Message Boards.
Thousands of folks, looking to be one of the 'big boys' would enter into auctions, Draft Champions, and even the Main Events.
It was an honor to win any NFBC league.
The Championship changed hands through time.
Some for the better, some for the worse.
Greg wanted to keep the Championships afloat for his followers and the industry.
Along as the NFBC was around, the season-long fantasy game would be around.
With each changing of hands to every company, Greg would tell his customers that things were going to be even better than before.
In time and in most cases, things were better.
The problem being that with instant technology, today's customers want instant results.
And in the latest transition to SportsHub, the results have come slower than anticipated.
Greg was despondent.
SportsHub was very, very slow in delivering to NFBC customers.
There was no auto1.
His customers were impatient to put it kindly.
THE FICTION OF THE FUTURE.....
Greg knew the news was going to be bad.
SportsHub had called Greg on the carpet.
They were unlike other venues that Greg had gotten into bed with.
They were sensitive about public scrutiny.
They had taken shots from Message Board writers of how mediocre early SportsHub results had been.
He thought about the 15 years of the NFBC.
All the trials and tribulations that he had had while forming and building the brand.
Why, if the NFBC were a kid, that kid would be in high school!
15 years.
A long time.
Now, sitting in front of the CEO, Greg was listening to the sudden demise of the NFBC.
SportsHub no longer wanted to take on the task.
The bad publicity from such a little 'arm' of their companies was too much.
Greg was beside himself.
What would he tell his family?
What would he tell his friends.
His workmates?
His NFBC customers?
No NFBC?
Desperate, he ran to the STATS offices.
His last hope if the NFBC were to survive.
"Greg, what could you give us for taking the NFBC back"?
"420 of the most loyal customers and a thousand more who love the game", he replied.
"Those 'loyal' customers were mud in the eye of SportsHub."
"They were the same to us".
Snickering, STATS said, their ADP is worth more than their loyalty!"
Greg did not want to face all the folks loved during his life.
He had poured his life into the NFBC.
Leaving STATS offices, he was both suicidal and hallucinating.
He felt the accelerator beneath his foot and pushed it to the floor.
Looking beside him, he was astonished to see Mike Trout sitting in the passenger seat.
"How are you, Greg?", he asked.
"Not good, not good at all. I'm going 110 miles an hour down a country road and thinking that Mike Trout is in my car!"
"Not good at all!"
"Pull over, Greg. I want to talk", Mike Trout said.
"No Mike Trout, you can help fantasy teams, but you can't help me."
Mike Trout waves his hand and the car magically stops.
"You've had a wonderful life, Greg, this is a mere bump in the road."
"I wish I were never born", responded Greg.
Mike Trout waves his hand....
"Ok, Greg, you were never born. Here is a computer, have a look at your favorite sites."
"Wait, where did the NFBC go?"
"Niagara Falls Bike Club?" What the Hell is that for an NFBC?"
"You were never born Greg, so there is no National Fantasy Baseball Championship."
"Don't bother looking up Message Board members either."
Gekko is a lizard, not a person. King of Queens, a tv show only."
"I can't even find the season-long game, what happened to it?"
"The Government lumped it with the daily game. Without the NFBC and NFFC, interest was soon lost in the season-long game first in football, then baseball."
"It died."
There is no season-long game in fantasy sports any longer."
"Who are you calling, Greg?"
"My wife and kids."
"You don't have a wife or kids, Greg. You were never born."
"NOW CUT THAT OUT, MIKE TROUT!"
"You rhymed, Greg."
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT RHYMING, MIKE TROUT! I WANT MY LIFE BACK! I WANNA LIVE, MIKE TROUT, I WANNA LIVE!"
Mike Trout disappeared.
Greg looked down at his computer.
Folks on the Message Board were squawking about auto1.
"HELLO GOOD OL MESSAGE BOARDS!"
An Email from SportsHub, with a change of heart...
"YES! HELLO ANOTHER NFBC YEAR!
He looked at his phone and saw a text from the wife, 'Pick up milk'.
"HELLO GOOD OL WIFE!"
"I'M BACK AND CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW YEAR!"
(Remember while we complain about little stuff in the long run like auto1, to be thankful for the bigger things like the NFBC and fantasy baseball. Without it, we would all be total strangers, a hole in our lives)
And thanks Greg for bringing it to us.
You've really have had a Wonderful Real and Fantasy Life.

Merry Christmas Everybody!