Editor’s corner: A fun-filled fantasy football day
Published: Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Updated: Tuesday, December 18, 2012 19:12
It’s been a hectic weekend here for your friends at the Clarion. On Friday and Saturday, some of us attended the Journalism Association of Community College’s 2012 conference, hosted at CSU Fullerton.
To describe everything we did those two days would require an entirely new column, and frankly, its Sunday and I’m ass-up against deadline. So to make a long story short, we learned a lot as a staff and you guys should expect bigger and better things out of us in the coming four issues.
But the reason I’m here on the most hallowed of days is because news never sleeps. JACC is great, but that’s two days of work that needs to be made up in the space of one. So yours truly, forum editor Melanie and design editor Sasha are all here in TC 123 cranking away.
However, my Sundays are precious. I mentioned in my first column that I’m usually on campus working on the paper six days a week, and I think you can figure out which six those are.
That’s because Sundays are for God and football, and not necessarily in that order. So for this issue, you guys will be treated to a special, fantasy-football themed running diary of my weekly visit to the Church of the Gridiron.
On top of my duties as Clarion EIC, I’m the commissioner of a 12-man custom ESPN keeper league with a $25 buy in, the No F—ing Around Fantasy Football League. Made up of guys scattered around the country, my NFAFFL team is 2-2 after losing my first 2 games by a combined total of 10 points. Thankfully, my opponent this week is 1-3 and thinks Jermichael Finley, Mark Ingram, and Jonathan Stewart are viable starts. But who am I to correct him?
My team—R4VOLUTION: Televised—has more studs than a stable. For the 10 a.m. slot, I have Jamaal Charles, Trent Richardson, Antonio Brown, and Brian Hartline. I expect Richardson and Charles to lead the way through the first half of the day.
I get a real treat early on in the day when I flip to Fox and see what looks to be a bemused certified public accountant sitting across from analyst Jim Brown. Hey, if Jimmy’s about to get some choice advice about his 401k, I’ll stick around.
Turns out the mild-mannered man was the target of my ire from last week’s column, replacement referee Lance Easely! And in what might have been the nicest “screw you” in football history, he says there was no doubt Golden Tate’s touception blatant pass interference touchdown was the correct call—with a smile on his face to boot. If the Green Bay Packers were an old lady crossing the street, Easley just knocked her down in the middle of the crosswalk, helped her back up and walked off whistling with her purse. This is going to be a good day.
Ben Roethlisberger just threw a perfect 32-yard pass to the back of the end zone for (R4) Antonio Brown with less than a minute left in the first half against the Eagles. He couldn’t have placed it better if he handed it off, but Brown somehow lets the ball clank off not one, but both of his stupid pink gloved hands. To make matters worse, he catches a 15-yarder a play later and claps those same damn hands together like he accomplished something. Steelers go empty handed, I miss out on an extra 8 points but manage to pick up some nasty looks from Up 36.7-32.8.
Hartline makes a nice grab downfield, while the All-Pennsylvania game inexplicably showed a compilation of the NFL’s (best? worst?) beards. I was quite impressed with my own goatee, but standing chin to chin with these guys would make me look like a sixth grader. I’m pretty sure Brad Keisel’s mane has it’s own mountain range running through it.