Three years ago, I made a New Year’s resolution to get back into sports. I wanted to engage in borderline-friendly smack talk. I wanted to understand why all those SportsCenter ads were funny. I wanted to love sports again (Long story: I stopped being emotionally invested in sports after the Yankees’ fall from grace during the 2004 ALCS—against the Red Sox! Of all teams! After a 3-0 game lead which the Yankees squandered! And then the Sox would go on to win the World Series! I remember my so-called friends danced in my dorm room while I tried not to cry. It was not awesome).
Football seemed like a good candidate, since I thought, rightly, that it was such a multifaceted sport with a lot of seemingly weird rules. There was so much to learn and I knew so little, aside from seeing (and loving) GIFs of endzone victory dances. Then there were the water cooler conversations. Talking about football can have a polarizing effect: those in the know were fiery and opinionated; those not were estranged and clueless. I was definitely in the latter group and I wanted to be on the other side.
And so I joined a fantasy league. I loved it. I placed last in that league, and I didn’t care. And through my participation in the league over the last couple years, I grew to know and love players (basically anyone on the Seahawks) and teams (Broncos!). This year I thought I would take my emotional investment a step further by getting a bit more familiar with my fantasy team.
Obviously my lineup is subject to change—hopefully I will add a portrait and a bio for each new player, though no promises—without further ado, here is my 2015 lineup: