My girlfriend laughs at me. She does that often, very careful to explain that she’s laughing at me, and not with me. And she doesn’t laugh only because hers is a considerably better Marlon Brando Godfather impression than mine. Again, more on that at a later date.
No, she laughs at me because year after year, I continue to draft old guys.
When I told her that somehow, Matt Ryan, an old guy, found his way onto my fantasy roster, she looked at me as if to ask, he’s still in the league?!?
Yes, Matt Ryan, 36, is still in the league and quarterbacking for the Atlanta Falcons. When taking him in the later rounds, I just thought… well, it doesn’t really matter what I thought. In his Week One, against an inspired Philadelphia Eagles defense, Matt Ryan garnered a flat zero fantasy points. In Week Two, Ryan goes up against a stingy Buccaneers defense and doesn’t look to fare much better.
The problem here is not necessarily with Matt Ryan, who no longer has Julio Jones to throw to, a running back to hand off to or an offensive line to block an imposing pass rush. No, the more pressing issue is that I’m an old guy who continues to draft old guys. Tom Brady obviously excluded for the freak of nature that he is, drafting old guys in fantasy does not bode well for a winning season. I’m slowly learning this fact and will to have re-read this post multiple times before next year’s draft, for this year, it may be too late.
Here’s how out of touch with reality I am. In a recent game night among friends, a Family Feud-style question was asked. The question posed to the audience was “Things you do when you first wake up in the morning.” I quickly blurted out the answer “Read the newspaper!” which I still defend is something people do when they wake up in the morning.
The problem is, and I don’t know if you knew this or not, there’s no longer such a thing as newspapers! As the answer leaked out of my mouth in slow motion, the entire group of people I was playing with scratched their collective heads except of course for my girlfriend, who scratched her chin Godfather-style and muttered “Never go against the family.”
The point is, and perhaps my advice is too late considering most people have already drafted their fantasy teams, look to the youth movement.
Professional football is now a young man’s game, again, Brady notwithstanding. The average age of the NFL quarterback is 27 years old. Josh Allen is 24. So are Lamar Jackson and Joe Burrow. Baker Mayfield is 25. So is Patrick Mahomes. Tua’s 22. So is Justin Herbert. Kyler Murray is 23. Dak Prescott, the old man of this youth movement is 27. That doesn’t even include the five quarterbacks who were drafted in the first round last year. In other words, well under half the league’s quarterbacks are way under 30.
And here I am stuck… with Matt Ryan. I feel like I’m sitting next to him on a park bench under a shady tree like Forrest Gump talking to anyone who will listen. After watching the run-less, hapless and currently winless Atlanta Falcons get manhandled in Week One, I feel like I should be bringing a box of chocolates to an aging Matt Ryan in hospice. He threw 164 yards, no touchdowns and was sacked three times. Zero was the fewest fantasy points for any quarterback in Week One. In other words, he didn’t even get points right for signing his name correctly on the SATs. (They still have SATs, right?)
By no means am I giving up on my season after Week One. I am, however, scouring the waiver wire for scraps and wondering who I’m going to start at quarterback in Week Two for it sure as shit won’t be Matt Ryan.
Perhaps I’m over-reacting. Maybe Ryan will rebound down the road and put up some points, eventually. The odds of him going full goose egg all season are minimal. I just don’t know that he’ll be on my roster long enough for me to find out.
Notice to the rest of you. Unless you’re drafting Tom Brady with his boatload of offensive weapons, look young. Or perhaps you already knew this and I’m the last one reading about it… in my newspaper.
Note: Upon publishing this post, I traded away Matt Ryan for Kirk Cousins, another old guy. The first step is admitting you have a problem.
I miss newspapers. They were a gift that kept on giving. Grill starter, bird cage liner, and paper training. Also it was alot more comforting retiring to the bathroom with a sports section made of paper.
Dude…he’s playing for the sorry-ass Falcons. He’s not going to get any better.
Not only did you draft Matt Ryan, you traded for Kirk Cousins? So, I gotta be the first one to make a “Fredo” reference here?
Little do your fine readers know, you also won trivia by recalling the Three’s Company Bar…The Regal Beagle….so, there is a certain magic to being from the older crowd….
Unless your Matt Ryan.
Deac…
At some sports bars ’round town, you can still find the posted front page and sports front page for us to peruse while we do our business in front of the urinals.
Kids using those urinals are probably looking up and thinking… what’s that black and white printed stuff and why are they on the wall?
Wayne…
After what I saw from the Falcons on Sunday, they might just be one of the worst teams in the league.
Man, that was hard to watch. (Only ’cause I picked ’em to win. Otherwise, I could give a flying leap about the birds.)
Dubs…
‘Twas an act of desperation. Kind of like asking you to pick games against us in Week Two. Oh snap!
BCole…
Takes older to know older. And you sure as shit know older.
I’m the lucky one for it.
Hysterical. Love this post. Of course all things being relative ( pun intended)… you will ALWAYS be young to me. Really enjoyed this post.
M…
Speaking of aging gracefully, be sure to send peg leg our regards.