Fantasy Football. Every damn year without fail. I know that this has been a hotbed for political discussion in recent years--so I won't get all into that. But Verso L'Alto can't resist getting into the mix of the fantasy scene. Every year--especially as his name recognition has grown--he is invited to more and more fantasy leagues and he finds that he simply can't say no. What's more, they are starting to get costly. In the beginning, he had pledged that he would never pay for a league, but after that sweet rookie salary of more than a million dollars came in, he broke that promise to himself. Now he finds himself spending upwards of a hundred dollars per league. This wouldn't be so bad, and could actually turn in a nice bonus when he finally wins a league if for only one thing--he's horrible at draft strategy. He can't resist taking himself first (even knowing there are better picks out there), and he's a hard core homer drafter--he makes it clear from the beginning that he will be taking all the Hawks he can get, for better or for worse.
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