The aftermath of the season isn’t till next week, but I just
couldn’t wait…I love this game. #preseason
Just like riding a bike, Tuesday Morning Hangovers is back
for a tenth season. It’s a bit of a mirth feeling, actually…I met most of you
through college, but we’ve played this game longer than our college careers. I’ve
spent more than a third of my life playing this game. I couldn’t help but ask
myself, why am I back?
Rave of the Week
This season I would like to take a different approach to my
weekly post. In years past, I highlight the NFL season, but this year I would like
to focus more on our league. That’s why I play with you set of fellows. Over
the weekend, I had the privilege of participating and witnessing Limited
Edition’s marriage. It’s an honor I’ve never taken for granted…contrary to
popular belief, I prefer a clandestine lifestyle. The best things in life are
not meant for everyone. Wedding feast demonstrate this as many are invited, but
few are chosen. Nathan was happier than I’ve ever seen him in my entire life, as
was Hery on his wedding day earlier this year, too. As guys, we don’t show that
side to just anyone; it’s a rare thing to see in one another. It’s an invitation
to see someone ball their eyes out as their bride comes down the aisle. It’s an
invitation to see someone uncontrollably grin from ear to ear. It’s an
invitation to one of the greatest days in their world. If that day ever came
for me, I know I’d feel the same way…it’s not a side of me I want to show the
entire world, just to those who are chosen.
The same is true of the Elite league…everyone knows about
our league. The comradery, competition and comedic relief is well documented
(S/O to The Bane for creating a blog). *I had to create a family league last
year just for my sister because she had to experience this game she knows we
all love. Many have been invited, but it’s for those chosen. The Elite league
is an invitation to some of the greatest series of non-profit written articles.
The Elite league is an invitation to witness rivalries close to a decade old.
The Elite league is an invitation to one of the greatest fantasy football
leagues you could ever play.
If you are reading this, welcome to 10th year of
the Elite league.
*The family league was
called, “Game of Hearts.” Heh.
Rant of the Week
We often vote for laughs on ours polls, but I think this
year’s “last minute cramming” was definitely a true story for me. Even as I
take a moment out of my day to reflect on this new season, my mind quickly
floods with “to-do list” agendas (don’t worry, TMH was on there). This game is
a big part of my life, but my life is also growing bigger, too. The days where
I spent HOURS prepping for a new season are gone.
Similar to life, I’ve come to the conclusion this game doesn’t
get easier to play as the years go on, but the challenge heightens. It was easy
after class to dash out to make a waiver claim (it’s much more difficult to do
in a meeting). So I return to my question: why am I back? I’m back because I
want to win. I’m back because I love
this game. I’m back because writing this oddly is an excellent stress reliever.
I’m back because I refuse to let Hery repeat. I’m back because this is best
non-fraternity, fraternity, ever.
Let’s get ready to rumble.
I’m out like 23 candles on my kid brother’s birthday cake…
#HBD
HBK
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