RotoBaggins's blog

Turf-toe is so last year. Concussions are all the rage. Everyone is getting one: Roethlisberger, Warner, Westbrook, Portis, DeShaun Jackson...hell, even Tiger got himself one last weekend.

Some quick thoughts thoughts on Week 1...

• In my mind a good showing in Super Bowl XXXVIII followed by a couple of good fantasy seasons, gave Jake Delhomme a mulligan the last few shaky years. But it's to the point where I can't remember the last time I trusted Delhomme to not diarrhea all over the field.

Every year in one of my leagues, the same friend and I analyze each of the newly drafted teams for hours, debating which owners have the strongest potential line-ups and looking for weaknesses to leverage trades. And it never fails: before we're finished he's convinced himself that my team is better than his and offers to trade his whole roster for mine straight-up, and every time he's dead serious. Because I draft sexy.

There are certain people you just don't ever take advice from. Or at least, people you learn not to take particular types of advice from. Like medical advice from my father. As a kid I knew to keep it quiet when I had a stomachache, headache, fever—anything but injury—because I already knew his follow-up question: “When was the last time you took a shit?” As if I were capable of forgetting to for days.