I'm not sure I like who I become during fantasy football season. I'm fairly certain I turn into an awful human being, wishing terribly violent things on people who don't deserve it. This week I hate Jacquizz Rodgers. I've never met him. He's never done anything to personally wrong me. In fact, I'm sure he's a perfectly nice guy. I'll bet he even spends some of his time doing charity work and visiting kids hospitals and stuff.
But I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns right now. He didn't hurt anyone. He just went out and did his job better than he has all season at a time that happened to be inopportune for me. And I find myself wishing horrible things on him because of it. I was expecting to win the high point total this week. I didn't think there was any way Rodgers would make up the 14 points Morlock Nation needed going into Monday night. I thought this was my shot to win back a little bit of the money I so generously donated to the pot five weeks ago. But no. Fucking Jacquizz Rodgers has the Goddamn game of his life. Burn in hell, Jacquizz. Burn in hell.
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