Because that’s where the fun is!
This is one of the reasons I quit my FF league two years ago. I also realized that I was liable to lose friends if I gave in to my raging desire to call their offspring (who had teams in the league) cocksucking little whiners. So I took a deep breath, a step back, and spent last season just rooting for my local team.
This year, I am dipping a toe back in – I’ve joined a league on one of the big sports sites where I don’t know anyone, and won’t have to cope with the stress of having my team’s weekly ups and downs also discussed and dissected at picnics and holiday gatherings. I made a pledge to myself not to call anyone a cocksucker, and just hope that half the owners forget they ever signed up so I can finish around .500. I’ve also pledged not to yammer on endlessly about crap like which RB to start this week or my need to pick up another kicker when mine is on a bye week – 'cause NOBODY CARES!
If you’re paying attention at all, and I mean at all, in a public Yahoo league where you don’t know anyone, you have to try to finish worse than .600 on the season. The quit rates are through the roof on those leagues, leaving all the good FAs for people who are playing even the slightest bit.
But I was so close to getting Calvin Johnson. So close!
Yeah, I wouldn’t even consider playing some public group unless I wanted to try something weird and novel and no one here wanted to do it. We have 5 SDMB fantasy football leagues where the level of competition is generaly very high - even the worst of our players in any given year would probably kick ass in a public league.
And yet that girl manages to beat 75% of the other people playing :mad:
My mother-in-law is a lot like that. She absolutely cleaned up in a pick’em pool a couple of years ago – won the top prize four weeks (in a 40+ person pool) – by picking which team wore prettier colors.
In high school (circa 1975 or so) I won a football pool. I had tried weekly, yet usually once the points were calculated, I’d miss more than I picked. The week that I won, I picked as usual, but then I purposely selected the opposite teams. And I kicked ass.
The guy who ran the pool congratulated me. When I told him what I had done, he was furious.