Aah. Fantasy Football. Two words that liven up any autumn weekend. Leaves fall outside, records fall inside. You hope your players do not become synonymous with words like "season-ending injury", or if you're a Vikings fan, "BOAT TRIP". Names like Shaun, Peyton, and LaDanian are dropped like they're your next door neighbors, and Monday morning finds you telling your computer to hurry up as the week's standings are updated.
Best of luck to everyone, except to those teams I will be matched up against. I am the only female in a public league, a loner in the Testosterone Zone. Look out boys, as the Mall Rats come charging on through!