I know, I know. It seems as if I have a certain fixation on ESPN. It’s tangentially sports, and it’s clearly not awesome, nor is it really pretty girls doin’ stuff. It just keeps climbing on my radar.
This time? It’s based on balls. Big, brass balls.
Okay, I’ll explain. It’s Tuesday, June 12th. You’re at your local bookstore. And fantasy football magazines are out. Three months early. Just in time for the advice to be useless.
But look closer, how much are they charging for the filler and useless advice? Eight dollars, and they aren’t alone. (Lookin’ at you Sporting News!)
It’s become a case of a magazine for idiots, by assholes.
And if you’re asking if I think I can do better. The answer’s yes. Nine weeks from now, I will provide you with a ready made cheat sheet that will beat the proverbial pants off of the magazine’s and the “experts” that use them. Why?
I have no qualifications. I consistently falter in the Fantasy Football playoffs. I ended up with a hydra of suck at quarterback last year. And I know I’m better than this tripe.
Believe it. Don’t. I won’t be making money off of it either way.
