I am not exaggerating when I say that I've looked back at your draft for a good laugh at least a dozen times this season.
There you are, top pick of the draft. Everyone knows who is going to lead the NFL in points, just like he did last year. This is Todd Gurley's league, and he finally isn't a keeper. But what is this?!?! Le'Veon Bell #1 overall. He has as many fantasy points as my 102 year old grandmother.
Well that can't happen again. What are the chances? Then round two comes along and... Jerick McKinnon! Your top two picks are about to score like a Siberian Monestary!
Well one would think that such an awful first two rounds, luck has to swing back your way eventually... but no! Jamison Crowder's corpse is taken in round five, and the elderly gentleman named Pierre Garcon is snatched up in round six. A blind mole scurrying beneath the soil has a better chance of finding the end zone than any of those receivers.
And then the cherry on top... you have the audacity to draft a running back out for the season late, with plans to roster him all year. The Guice was only briefly loose, then you quickly reclaimed him. It's like Deezus paid you off to draft poorly.
I usually reread your draft after I climaxed late at night, just so that I have hilarious dreams.