Remember how I didn't seem to know what the heck I was doing?
Remember how only a few of my best work buddies thought that I'd have a chance?
Remember how I had a couple of really terrible, inexplicable losses at the beginning (even though I had some great players) and I wanted to quit?
Remember how everyone thought it was kind of cute when I won a couple of games, and they gave me a little "way to go" pity five?
Remember how people kind of thought that I probably wouldn't be able to keep it up?
Remember when I didn't think anything could get any better than Week #8?
Well, I don't admit this often, but... I WAS WRONG, Y'ALL!
I AM A DAMNED FANTASY FOOTBALL SAVANT. I AM THE RAINMAN OF FANTASY FOOTBALL.
Just kidding. Probably, I'm just really lucky, but I don't care. Nope. I don't care how it happens. It is happening.
I'm on a six week win streak. Three weeks in a row with the top score in the league. I've moved from dead last to 4th place in the last six games. I don't think I hit genius level until I'm at least in the top 2.
I am the Duke Football of my league. Nobody gave me a chance, and I crept right past 'em, seemingly defying all odds. Of course, just like the good Duke football superstitious fan I am, I've been afraid to post about it for fear of the jinx.
But jinx be damned. I gotta crow while I can. Watch out, boys.