All of you “not in my league” guys have to stop. Please. I’m begging you, I’m fighting you, I’m tricking you, whatever I have to do to get you to stop.
Because the things that happen to those of you who say “not in my league” would NEVER happen in my league.
Oooooh, Jalen Nailor isn’t available in your league? Bitch, Jalen Nailor went at the 1/2 turn in my league.
Welcome to the real big leagues, pal. I haven’t seen you this shook since you were asked to explain survivorship bias on a sit/start livestream.
I heard that everyone in your league drafts receivers based on first downs per route run, because it’s more predictive than yards per route run. Of course you do, you’re first-year Fantasy Points subscribers. This is going to seem like a completely random and befuddling question, but do you like apples? Because everyone in my league drafts receivers based on a model created by Nobel Prize winner Jurgen Vilkner, a Swiss mathematician-turned-watchmaker whose work on points per kinetic movement will one day change the way we approach fantasy football, and he also likes apples, so that’s one thing that you guys would have in common, actually.
Let me guess — your league holds a backyard Olympics to determine draft order? How quaint! In my league, we get naked and wrestle each other, Greggo Roman style. And then we hold a backyard Olympics to determine draft order.
Wow, the people in your league are experts at scooping up ADP value? You’re gonna have to give me a refresher on what ADP means, because my league hasn’t used that since before Brett Favre did that really bad thing (no, the other really bad thing).
In fact, we don’t even have the players’ names in our drafts — in order to take someone, you have to list the colleges he played at, his Yards Over Expected from each season, and which page(s) of Dane Brugler’s “The Beast” he appeared on. If you get any detail incorrect, you must draft whichever available receiver comps closest to Arrelious Benn.
I do have to admit that the video you have on your Instagram where the last-place person in your league had to eat a bunch of pancakes at Waffle House is very funny. Sorry, did I say “funny?” I meant, “completely unoriginal, you pig dick-having NPC.”
You want to talk real creativity? Real ball-busting? Ninety percent of the headlines you’ve read since 1964 are a result of my league’s last-place punishments. Adrien Brody’s patois accent on “Saturday Night Live,” shoes being thrown at George W. Bush, and the breaking up of the Beatles are just a few examples (Yoko forgot to set her lineup the final week of the season, and the rest is history).
By the way, there are 11 last-place punishments in my league, because if you’re not first, you’re last. So Charlie Brown walk yourself back to your little baby league, and the next time you get the urge to say “not in my league,” just pull your bottom lip over your head and swallow.
