Week 4 Review
Hello League-Mates! And welcome to a special addition of the "Fantasy Report with Carl".
As many, if not all of you, have noticed; I have broken away from the traditional weekly blog. To be honest, it is very difficult to write a new, exciting, mind-bending, thought-provoking, blog every week. I simply don't have the time or muses to do so.
I have explained in many of my blogs that my inspiration comes from TV shows, movies, books, or songs. To be quite honest, it's actually books that entice my inner workings of a wannabe novelist/columnist. Yes, believe it or not, at one time in my life I did want to be a writer. It has always appealed to me, particularly when I read a book or article that is so beautifully written and articulated. They truly make me appreciate the intelligence of men and women alike. And as much as I may appreciate those writers and their God-given skills, I do become jealous. For example, who the hell does Paulo Coelho think he is? Writing such a wonderfully intrinsic, and fun novel like "The Alchemist"? And did Slyvia Plath really have to create such a heart-wrenching, captivating novel like "The Bell Jar"? I mean, yes, they did; but did they have to make me feel so inferior? I apologize for my rant, but this all comes together, trust me.
So, with all that being said, I want to mention a book that has followed me since my childhood. That book is "The Lorax", written by Theodor Geisel, better known by his pen name, "Dr. Suess". This book, with its grim environmental message, is a masterpiece. Come at me, I dare you. Now let's take the well traveled road of connecting "The Lorax" to fantasy football.
Now that we are three weeks into the fantasy season, and at the beginning of the fourth, it's time to take account of the landscape of fantasy football. Much like the Once-ler tells, the fantasy season starts out as beautiful as the wonderful place that he comes across. Our players are healthy and optimistic, like the Swomee-Swans, Brown Bar-ba-loots, and Humming-Fish. Quickly, the Once-ler (metaphor for the football season) unpacks and begins to set-up shop. Once the first Truffula tree is chopped down do we see the early warning signs of the impending disaster. The Lorax rises and speaks for the trees, and we speak for our teams. We beg and bemoan such atrocities that soon loom over our seasons.
Does it stop? No. Like the Once-ler starts biggering, and biggering nothing can stop the flow of pollution and muck. Our players, like the aforementioned Swomee-Swans, Brown Bar-ba-loots, and Humming Fish, soon take refuge somewhere else. Where? Well certainly not the playing field. Our seasons quickly spiral, some start 1-2, or 0-3, and soon all hope is lost.
Therefore, like the Once-ler says to the child in "The Lorax", I toss you the last Truffala seed, in prayers that you do not give up hope. As the Once-ler says:
"UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."
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