I made my fantasy football league’s playoffs, but as no one enjoys hearing about anyone’s fantasy football team (least of all me), let me instead reminisce a bit about our league as a whole, and the profound connection it has kept between a group of friends from the mid-90s through today.
I’m old enough that I started playing fantasy football in the days where a live draft was the only available option, as the internet was still mostly BBSs, Usenet, and AOL, and where all scoring was done by poring over the afternoon Waukesha Freeman on Mondays after school, to add up the totals by hand. In our first few years we played Touchdown Only scoring, mostly for ease of tallying, and maximization of heartburn. Looking back at the rosters now is a deep cut of Remember A Guys, not only for the players but for the league members as well.
Throughout the years our lineup has flexed from 10 teams to 12, to a short-lived 14, and to include friends of friends, college acquaintances, and now wives of original owners. We’ve not quite handed teams down to anyone’s kids, but I see that day on the horizon, and suspect some owners might improve if they let their kids do their drafting…
We’ve had owners leave for disinterest1Miss ya, Weis, for malfeasance2C’mon man, you cannot pay your dues in PokerStars bucks., and for playing above the level of the competition3AKA the Wendorf Rule, which has never been enforced since that departure. We’ve had rules come in and out of vogue4Return yardage was a mistake, team names change and evolve5And sometimes not, as the team named after Harambe stands in attestation, and interest wax and wane, but throughout, we’ve kept a core group of friends from high school together through moves, colleges, marriages, children, lives and deaths, and every other event that can impact a group of people. We get together once a year to draft (virtually, lately, but often as we can in person), and once more to celebrate our friendship and commiserate our losses.
Fantasy football is a weird little hobby that America loves and loathes in various forms and flavors, but for us, it’s been a tie that binds a group of friends together, wherever we’ve gone, and wherever we’ll go. More than missing football once the season ends, it’s what I miss most at the closing of the year. That collective bond of lighthearted competition between people who’ve grown up, and out, but not apart.
Good luck in the playoffs, everybody.
What I read
The Day Twitter Died, a series on The Verge about the death of one of the great things in my life, Twitter. I shouldn’t have felt as attached to it as I did, but damn if Twitter wasn’t the central focus of my attention for the last decade plus. I loved Twitter so much that I mourned Tweetbot and briefly considered writing my own shitty version of it to sneak under the temporarily available API hurdles before that all became one massive lost cause.
The tech industry gives a weird type of reverence to people who don’t really deserve it. Most of them are cosplaying as a different person who kind of did and kind of didn’t deserve it, and from whom they learned all the wrong lessons. I worked for a very long time at the most notable company founded by the man and, even after his death, there’s a weird cult-like visage of his presence that turns people that talk about him into caricatures and sycophants.
There are few good people after the checks clear. Money makes monsters of them, and leaves us searching for the narrow avenues of goodness in the wake of their largess. We’re a weird people, with odd reactions to all too imaginable glories, both from the outside and from within.
What I watched
Animation vs Physics from Andy Becker, which is from the same team that made the amazingly crafted Animation vs Math you’ve likely seen previously.
What I heard
“Listened” to the Dan LeBatard Show, as I do most mornings, via YouTube.
Dan, for me, was a revelation in how I enjoyed sports. Rather than the same 5 topics from 20 different mouths, Dan focused on the humanity, the connection that sports has to larger life, and how one can see the world through a community’s cultural lens on what they cheer, what they celebrate, what they boo, and what they froth over.
He built the careers of a gang of the smartest, funniest, wittiest, and worthiest new breed of sportswriters and sports talkers. He supported weird experiments and gave voice to those who’d be drowned in a sea of “Stick to Sports”-ism, whether within the national broadcasting titanic that is ESPN or beyond, by example.
He started his own crazy experiment when that ship started sinking and I’ve been happy to float along beside, listening to a different sort of radio program in a time where we’ve lost radio, lost faith in experimentation, and have largely lost the courage to not be everything for everyone.
As has been said about another of my favorite things, it’s a niche show, for a slice of humanity I’m glad to call myself a part of.
Projects in progress
Webapp: Gonna keep being vague about this thing, as is my wont, but I got some more general structural modeling knocked out, and also found some notes I’d made previously about how I wanted to do this. My organizational system is much less a system than faith that the stack of various notes, clips, screenshots, post-its, napkins, scraps of torn off paper, and coffee-stained coasters contains what I put into it, because I never throw anything away.
ADHD: It’s a Lifestyle!
I also rewrote some of the product descriptions for my mom’s store (get your teddy bear for Christmas now!) and cleaned up some weird nav issues therein.
Notes:
- 1Miss ya, Weis
- 2C’mon man, you cannot pay your dues in PokerStars bucks.
- 3AKA the Wendorf Rule, which has never been enforced since that departure
- 4Return yardage was a mistake
- 5And sometimes not, as the team named after Harambe stands in attestation
- 6Yep, that one’s in the RSS reader too.
