The Altoona Trout

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce your Altoona Trout! We had our fantasy football draft last night and today’s pic is the ensemble that I hope will bring me the championship.
Some people draft for talent, but I prefer to draft based on intrigue. I like to think of my guys as the characters in a formulaic sports movie. Ricky Williams is the dreadlocked superstar who also suffers from severe Social Anxiety Disorder. He used to give interviews wearing his helmet because he was so freaked out. Now he’s on medication and doing really well. Terrell Owens is the made-for-tv flashy megastar who carried a Sharpie marker in his sock last year so he could immediately autograph the ball after a touchdown. The rare case of being good enough to be supremely cocky. My quarterback, Rich Gannon, is the crusty old white veteran trying to get the championship before retirement. The kicker is a latino ex-soccer player.

If real life is anything like the movies, I’m guaranteed to find victory. And love with the new cheerleader with the southern accent who helps me get over my doubts so I can catch the game winning touchdown in the big game. It is called fantasy football, afterall.

Congrats to Bhaven and Dan who solved yesterday’s riddle. The rest of you…not so much.

SOTD: I love this dog.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce your Altoona Trout! We had our fantasy football draft last night and today’s pic is the ensemble that I hope will bring me the championship.

Some people draft for talent, but I prefer to draft based on intrigue. I like to think of my guys as the characters in a formulaic sports movie. Ricky Williams is the dreadlocked superstar who also suffers from severe Social Anxiety Disorder. He used to give interviews wearing his helmet because he was so freaked out. Now he’s on medication and doing really well. Terrell Owens is the made-for-tv flashy megastar who carried a Sharpie marker in his sock last year so he could immediately autograph the ball after a touchdown. The rare case of being good enough to be supremely cocky. My quarterback, Rich Gannon, is the crusty old white veteran trying to get the championship before retirement. The kicker is a latino ex-soccer player.

If real life is anything like the movies, I’m guaranteed to find victory. And love with the new cheerleader with the southern accent who helps me get over my doubts so I can catch the game winning touchdown in the big game. It is called fantasy football, afterall.

Congrats to Bhaven and Dan who solved yesterday’s riddle. The rest of you…not so much.

SOTD: I love this dog.