I started this season in a hole at 1-4. Things were bleak, but I fought back, clawing my way to 3-4, with playoff dreams finally in sight. And my turnaround? It all came down to two stars playing like gods among men—Stefon Diggs and Chris Godwin, both putting up WR1 numbers week in and week out. But then Godwin goes down with an ankle injury, leaving me cursing the fantasy gods. Fine, I thought. I still had Diggs, my ace, my freakin’ anchor. With him, I could weather the storm.
Then Diggs blew out his ACL. I went from a playoff contender to scrambling through the waiver wire like a kid trying to fix a broken toy with scotch tape. Losing Diggs was like getting punched in the gut. This season went from a dream comeback to a nightmare in one brutal, bloody sweep. And now, my once-mighty lineup is a sorry collection of waiver-wire nobodies and desperation trades.
Instead of riding my star-studded roster to the playoffs, I’m now rolling out a lineup that looks like a damn patchwork quilt of fantasy rejects. For a three-time league champ, seeing a season spiral this way is enough to make you throw your laptop across the room.
Here’s to the rollercoaster that took me from a 1-4 scrap to a playoff-bound powerhouse and then, in two devastating injuries, dropped me right back to the pit.
