Recognizing My Flaws

Everyone has flaws. Unfortunately, I have a lot more than anyone else. Just kidding. Or not.

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Anyways, let's start off with fantasy sports. I have to fantasize that I'm good at fantasy sports. It's like a double fantasy. I'm fantasizing to be a good fantasy manager. I think I rank in like the bottom 5% of all yahoo managers for fantasy sports. I've never won a league (probably played about 20) and the only chance I had to finish in the money (for third place), I blew it and forgot to set my lineup the last two days. I suck. I am looking to really redeem myself this football season because I'm in three leagues so I figure I should be able to win one of them. It won't happen, but you have to realize this is a fantasy.

The problem is I always draft friends or guys I know or even ex-trojans just because I like rooting for them. So my basketball teams end up looking like this:

PG Nate Robinson
SG Jamal Crawford
G Jason Terry
F Marvin Williams
PF Brian Scalabrine

You get the point. I suck at fantasy sports and i'd say I'm down about five hundy lifetime with no winnings, ever. And yet they convince me to keep playing (trev if you're reading this, f-u). I believe the term is "Dead Money."

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Let's go over some more of my flaws. I'm late everywhere. In fact, most of my friends have initiated the "tell him to show up an hour early" rule so that I get there on time when I'm an hour late. This really pisses me off because then when I get there before every one else I'm mad that I wasn't late. It's a vicious cycle. Not to mention that my snooze button on my old alarm clock was abused so much that I broke the clock by pushing the snooze button completely into the clock unit so that it wouldn't pop back out.



But then I've actually found that it really doesn't matter when I wake up. Even if I wake up early, I'm still late because I think I've given myself the luxury of watching SportsCenter and an episode of Cribs in the morning. Then before I know it, I'm late.

But on the bright side, at least I'm not running a dog fighting operation in the back yard.

Just kidding Mike you know I got love for you.

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I'm a sucker for a cute chick. Let's just say that I become easily distracted. I'm working on this one. The good thing is I don't fall in love so the distraction is very temporary. Unfortunately, that moment of distraction can be fatal. Like for instance, when I was driving home from Wendy's with Faded T and we saw a fine young lady walking down the street, I hit the brakes to get a better view. Well, poor T was holding all the drinks and they went flying. The good news is that I did not fall in love with her.

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I'm good not great. This is something that I believe kills, kills, kills me. As soon as I get good at something I get bored of it before I give myself the chance to get great or better than good. So on the plus side, I'm good at a lot of things but great at...........nothing. Get back to me in five years, I'm working on it.

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I got my ass torched in head's up on Full Tilt the other day. I lost like $250 in .50/1.00 head's up cash game, then took $35 of my last $50 and played a $35 sit n go and won that to get back to like $160 or something. I need to stop playing head's up until I have that rollllllllll baby rollllllll.

WTF is up with Bodog? newbodog.com? Huh?

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On another note, I really wish I was playing for Team USA right now. I think they need a good out of shape two guard just in case Michael Redd gets injured. Someone call Krzyeraxwewszki and let him know I'm available.