Nobody Drafts Vick In Fantasy Football League

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Nobody Drafts Vick In Fantasy Football League

By Sparkus ⋅ August 27, 2007 ⋅

My fantasy football league’s draft was Saturday afternoon and as expected, nobody drafted Michael Vick.

Not even Duff, a guy know for making some questionable picks (Vikings running back Adrian Peterson in round two this year).

Vick was a top 10 quarterback last season. Apparently killing a couple dogs will ruin your career worse than a torn ACL.

He has been suspended from the NFL indefinitely, which is a shame for an owner who would have otherwise drafted Vick. He earned a respectable amount of points in fantasy and played for a team that probably would have been a playoff contender.

And Falcons fans now know for certain that Vick would have killed the Browns dead.

My draft went OK. Besides the three players I kept from last year, Rudi Johnson, Deuce McAllister and Greg Jennings, I ended up re-drafting Tony Gonzalez and Plaxico Burress as well.

My team last year, however, didn’t make the playoffs despite starting the season 4-1.

I’ve upgraded the QB and WR positions with Tom Brady, Darrell Jackson and Joey Galloway over Eli Manning, Donte Stallworth and Jennings, who will start the season this year on my bench.

But my defense has been downgraded to the Eagles from last year’s Bears. We’ll see how it goes.

Regardless, Duff, Taco and Jose made it over to draft in person at noon. So we had some wings and drinks and hung out through the draft and afterwards up until around 6 p.m..

We watched a storm blow right over us that was dangerously close to creating a tornado according to the weathermen.

We eventually heeded their advice and headed down to the basement to watch the weather broadcasts on TV. There was a report of a tornado touchdown on west Lane Ave., which would have been pretty close to my house. But it was untrue. Just a bit of damage caused by wind.

Baumann showed up around that time and hung around With Tiffany and I for the remainder of the evening. We finished the night at a bar called Ciao (there’s an apostrophe in there somewhere). It’s a three minute walk from our house. Less than half as far as the walk to Zeno’s from my old place.

Baumann finished off the bar’s last bottle of Peach liquor and the owner busted his balls by putting an umbrella in his drink. I’ve got the photo to prove it. I’ll post it tomorrow.