Lets get ready to Bumble II

"Il est difficle de vaincre ses passions, et impossible de les satisfaire. "

Well after a good nights sleep, aided by the comfort of an old friend I refer to as Mr. Daniels, I am well rested in time for my second round of picks.  I have roughly four hours and thirty minutes “on the clock” to pick my next player.  I have already received several messages from members of the league through Facebook informing me that it is my turn to pick a player.  I believe I will run out the clock to further exasperate them.  If I remember from the times I was literally forced to watch appalling mediocrity on the gridiron while at The Citadel; running down the clock is a viable strategy.  It may even result in some of the other league members missing picks.  One can only hope.  

Lets have a look at my choices then.  My ignorance has not improved.  All these numbers are meaningless.  If I were putting together a team for last year the numbers would be useful, but since no one can predict the future, this exercise is beyond pointless.  Especially since the chances of any of these teams actually existing are beyond the threshold of absolute zero.  

I think I will once again have to fall back on my obscure historical knowledge.  What would Talleyrand do?  (WWTD buy T shirts now.)

Talleyrand would demoralize and manipulate his enemy.  I will pick the favorites of other members of the league to ruin their confidence and upset their precious plans.  

I will pick Russell Wilson, who is the favorite of one of the members of the league (why he didn't pick him first, I have no idea).  Lets read more about this character.  According to Wikipedia, a far more reliable source for sports statistics than ESPN, Wilson plays for the Seattle Seahawks.  Since his is a quarterback and sends his football aloft and over far distances, I bequeath unto him the title of Earl Russell of Wilson, Royal Falconer.  I have a mental image of a football with two fierce talons perched upon his outstretched playbook gauntlet.  

I get to pick again eh?  Well I might have been screwed over, but don’t say I wasn't at least partially compensated for it.  

I think I will go with Larry Fitzgerald.  I have a few reasons to back up this pick.  First, The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite books.  Second, a man with as boring a name as Larry is going to go to great lengths and efforts to make it famous.  At least I hope so.  If he turns out to be an unmotivated loser, I’m going to be very disappointed.  I will rename Larry with the title of Cardinal.  Or maybe I will call him Archbishop.  We will see how well he performs.  

I had a brief Facebook instant message exchange with other members of my league, none of whom know me personally except for one.  Their trepidation about my presence was palpable.  No doubt they are all reexamining their ambitions and wondering just what kind of chaotic energy has been unleashed onto their safe little hobby.  

I fear I may be starting to enjoy this a little too much.