That’s how many points I lost my fantasy championship by.

This is one of those days where you think you might just skip next season. Though I’m not (yet) drunk enough to forget that I’m about as likely to do that as I am to follow through on the "I’m never drinking again, ever" phase of a hangover.

This was a particularly miserable defeat, since at around 4:30 yesterday, I was more or less certain that I had won. After the 1pm EST games had concluded, I was down by 11 points, with Earnest Graham and the Tampa Bay defense still to go. Tampa Bay had just manhandled the Falcons the week before, so I was pretty confident that they’d do something similar to San Fran and make up the margin all on their own – and then I had Graham, the free agent pickup of the year, who would certainly rack up at least ten points even if Tampa did decide to rest him a bit.

Then Tampa Bay lost to San Fran, while giving Graham’s backups the ball more than they gave it to him. And he did jack squat with the carries he did get.

Then I lost by 0.47.

The beer, if you’re wondering, is delicious tonight. Merry fucking Christmas.

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