Everyone, if they read GHL closely, knows that Andrew whupped my ass this weekend. I could say a lot about injured players and under-performances, but, you know what, that's fantasy football. No whiners. To adapt a famous line from a deservedly famous movie scene: There's no crying in fantasy football. No matter how well one game plans for a matchup, there is still the Quasimodo-faced specter of pure, unadulterated LUCK with which one has to deal.
The stakes: drinks, Diet Coke (our favorite soda), and a humiliation photo. The embarrassment: eternal.
UPDATE: I actually posted the photo, but one reader accurately described my appearance as being that of a "little wiener", so it's been taken down. Thanks, fans. You're the best. My humiliation photo was actually humiliating. You rule.