Just a short story from yesterday-
A friend came over to my house. He took over the fantasy football league that I used to run locally.
It was a small league. $25 entry fee, 10 friends. You know, the type of league where friends have an excuse to give each other a ration of crap every week via bar visit or phone.
He told me he had clinched first place in the league and that the $175 first prize was his. He expounded about having this quarterback and that running back, blah, blah, blah.
While he rattled on about his good fortune, my wife came in with the mail and plopped mine in front of me.
I smiled.
I knew who the top letter was from and it was the perfect way to stop the verbiage.
I opened it and interrupted my friend's narrative about how smart he was to draft Trent Richardson.
I said, "Looky here, Honey! We gotta check for Tulo!"
My friend, an avid baseball fan, especially a Rockies fan, could only muster a small, "Whaat?
Well, I said, 'I keep telling you how great the NFBC is, this year, they sent out checks as insurance in case that player misses a significant amount of time. So, I like saying this check is for Tulo!"
His response was classic.
"ARE YOU SHITTING ME"?
He grabbed the check from me and saw the amount.
$280 Freakin' Dollars!
"For a freakin' injury?"
I said, "It's great to be in the NFBC, I told you!"
I didn't let him know that I had lost that league.
He didn't ask.
$$$ For Tulo
$$$ For Tulo
On my tombstone-
Wait! I never had the perfect draft!
Wait! I never had the perfect draft!