In a cruel twist of fate, I found myself up against my husband in the first round of Fantasy Football playoffs.  I have been kicking ass and taking names and frankly was sure I was going to leave him in my dust.  I wasn't overjoyed about this, since, as you know from prior posts, my husband has had a rough go on the Fantasy Football front.

In a moment of weakness, I asked him which of my quarterbacks to play.

D:  What does Fantistics say?
K:  To play Vick.  It has Brees so far down the line that he couldn't even find his own name.  But you know, I got screwed the last time I followed a Fantistics recommendation.
D:  Do what you want.

With that, I played Vick.  Who got me a whopping 6.75 points.  With 1 minute, 35 seconds to go in tonight's game, Brees has 49.1 points.  I would have beat my husband by 40 points.  Now (unless his kicker doesn't show up to tomorrow night's game), I am going to be competing for 7th place next week.

I hope he enjoys the Thrill of Victory.  Oh how the mighty have fallen.