No joy in football
One bit of hiatus news: the football league that gives way to the basketball league that birthed FreeDarko had its draft yesterday. The Recluse struck one for the cause by selecting Chad Johnson in Round One, but looking over the rosters after the smoke had cleared, I can't say anyone's bit me as an embodiment of style. You all remember, of course, the promising but ultimately abysmal cast we put together for our entry in the blogger basketball league; honestly, I would've had a hard time making something this perfect even if I'd had my choice of players.
Over the course of things, though, I was making a mental list of a team that it would at least be whoppingly fun to call my own. About all I could come up with before spiralling off into dismality was:
Portis, Clinton (always my favorite, and I just found out that myself and Kid Bro Sweets call the same special candy home) (thanks to Just Sayin' for leading me to look that way)
. . . none of which found their way onto my somber, if effective, end result. If anyone's wondering, I ended up with some combination of Alexander, Holt (now boof-ready), Ronnie Brown, Bulger, Javon Walker, Crumpler, Lee Evans, Eddie Kennison, and those later rounds that hardly exist. I've apparently decided to save my devilish streak for hoops, but should at least be marginally competitive all season. And within the maddeningly intense halls of fantasy football, that is the flame that burns so brightly the whole stretch through.
All of this might just be a roundabout way of asking the age-old question: are any football players FreeDarko? Or are they so much the exception to the rule, their FreeDarko-ness so much an accessory to some other, alien craft, that to harp on the few who exhibit it is to more or less avoid the sport as it's naturally constructed.