Friday Night Observations
I got home from dinner just in time to watch the replay of the last play of the first half — the Hail Mary pick six — and knew immediately my Jets +9.5 was dead, and I was 0-4 to start Week 12.
That said, it’s hard not to experience a kind of joy when reflecting on the ocean of misery that is everything Jets. You broke your leg just before your ski vacation? Think of the Jets. You lost your leg in a car accident? At least you don’t root for the Jets. You died of a horrible disease? At least you weren’t a Jets fan while you were alive.
In my darkest moments, the Jets bring me great comfort.
Garrett Wilson salvaged his day on that garbage time drive at least. Unfortunately, it’s the time of year where though I have him on two teams, I need to root against him because those teams are drawing dead, and someone else has him in the league that’s still alive. But old habits die hard.
I had Tyler Conklin going in the Steak League (I lost Darren Waller there.) He didn’t do much, but under the circumstances it was something. I also had Dalton Kincaid in that league, but benches are small, you can’t carry two tight ends for very long and it took Kincaid too long to break out. Timing is an underrated part of fantasy football. It’s not just what the guy does that makes him a good or bad pick, but when.
I started Jeff Wilson in a drawing-dead league, but left Keaton Mitchell in over him in the Primetime, though I was sorely tempted to switch once De’Von Achane was scratched. Wilson did okay (10.3 points), so we’ll see.
Raheem Mostert somehow has stayed relatively healthy this year and added two more TDs. It’s a three-way battle to lead the league in rushing scores between him, Gus Edwards and Christian McCaffrey. (High odds trifecta bets really need to be part of NFL futures.)
Tyreek Hill always gets his. Hill, in my opinion, is an inner circle Hall of Famer. I’ve mentioned this before, but if I could choose any receivers in NFL history to build my team around, I’d go with Randy Moss, Jerry Rice and Hill first.
Another gold lining in this otherwise abominable game was based af Al Michaels who in a 10-minute span mentioned bitcoin, rejected some gross-looking turducken for a tomahawk steak and casually dropped references to his time broadcasting with The Juice. The NFL surely wants to memory-hole The Juice, but not on Michaels’ watch.