Well this was a weird week.  There were a lot of low scores across our league (OK, Mark had a great game), and many of you had a high scoring bench.  In a couple of cases, the benched players would have beat your opponents, but your starters didn’t.  I attribute this to mind-numbing caused by a Science Fiction blurb and the effect it can have over choosing a lineup.

(See “A Story: The Cleaners in Feb 11 posts)

Many of you read last weeks blurb, and the most frequent response I got was: “What the hell was that?  That didn’t have anything to do with football.”  It does, but you had to search for it.  I also got responses like:  “Couldn’t finish it;” “Didn’t read it;” “Didn’t understand it.”  These people lost this week (and notice how they don’t use complete sentences, interesting. . . the personal pronouns are missing – – only implied – – due to low self-esteem).

On the other side of the coin, I got some gracious comments like:  “I loved what I understood;” “I read it a number of times and I kept finding more secret messages;” “It was funny;” “Greatest blurb ever!” These people won because they persevered in trying to understand this complex genre.  By exercising their mental faculties in this way, they became masters of logic and discernment, allowing them to make proper picks.

Other coincidences?  Tom, being dead in my story, posted the low score.  Mark, who said this was his favorite blurb ever, posted the highest score.  Coincidence?  I don’t think so.

There was one exception to this; Pat, who loved my blurb, lost to Wes, who did not read it.  How can a person of such obvious intelligence lose to a literary troglodyte like Wes?  If you look at Wes’ bench, you will see the answer. With the exception of Drew Brees, his entire bench was on a bye last week.  And who here doesn’t know not to pick Brees . . . ever?  Well, I guess we can either say, “better to be lucky,” or we must conclude that Wes was guided by dark forces bent on Pat’s destruction.  Are we are seeing here a modern retelling of the book of Job with Pat playing the lead, or was Pat only pretending that he understood a literary style that was beyond his understanding . . . ?  You decide.

Co-missioner,

Brian