Why Do I Suck?

Listening to: The National - Boxer

I've been a part of a relatively competitive fantasy football league for the past two years and I'm starting to wonder if I'm really cut out for it. I find myself so easily swayed by public opinion on who will do well and who I should have on my team, but once I draft my players, I become an over-protective mother-type, defending their honor when they've played poorly (frickin' LaDainian Tomlinson) and unwilling to let them out of my home when I really should (stupid Brian Westbrook). It means nothing to them, and it should mean nothing to me, but once a player is on my team, I feel this sense of camaraderie with them. Plus, I get worried sick that if I trade a player away or drop a player, that player will inevitably prove invaluable in the long run. Which is somewhat understandable but mostly retarded. As mother hen for a group of 15 hulking NFL players, I watch out for them, treat them with caution, and generally turn into a total pussy. I think part of my problem stems from a feeling that if I trade away my players, winning will mean nothing to me. Like when teams stock up on highly-skilled, highly-priced players right before a playoff push, a part of me feels that, should they win the championship, it shouldn't be valued, because it was just a random group of players that had no team bond and didn't deserve to win over a team that had stayed together all year through thick and thin. My record over the last two seasons, a dismal 9-13, would suggest that I'm a moron.

But, my heart tells me I'm a winner. Here's to another season below .500, fellas.

Ok, so, The National: they're great. We all know that, but why are they so great? They're music is awesome. But why? Because it's so good. End of questions. This album is dramatic, lush, dark, haunting, and really worth the time spent listening. More and more, I find that if I let an album keep playing over the period of a few days or weeks or months, that the music often sounds better to me, like I've created a bond with it somehow, which sounds totally gay, but I think it's the same with my football players. The longer we've been together, the more I grow to appreciate them and the more reticent I am to let them go. Which is why this album has become one of my favorites of the last year or so. I'm its mother as well. And what a proud mother I am.



The National - Boxer ★★★★★★★★★✩

Favorite Tracks: Fake Empire, Squalor Victoria, Ada
Least Favorite Tracks: Racing Like A Pro

1. Fake Empire
2. Mistaken For Strangers
3. Brainy
4. Squalor Victoria
5. Green Gloves
6. Slow Show
7. Apartment Story
8. Start A War
9. Guest Room
10. Racing Like A Pro
11. Ada
12. Gospel