Michael Shahvari
Sunday Night Football, Monday Night Prison Break
This past week, my computer screen stopped working. If you’re like me, your computer is essential for your everyday life, but it is absolutely unfathomable to go without a computer on Sunday mornings when you must set your final fantasy football lineup. My unfortunate situation this week centered around whether or not Brian Westbrook would be starting in his Sunday Night Football game. I had to make a decision either to sit him in the morning and replace him with someone who played earlier, or to have faith that he would play that night. I knew about this situation all week, when I had access to other computers, but I left him in my W/R slot and tried to forget about it. I told myself that between Selvin Young and Michael Pittman I could pull out a decent score for my Rbs against a pitiful Kansas City team. And if Westbrook played, that’s great.
Sunday morning came. I woke up in a pool of sweat, turned on ESPN, and hoped there would be some word on Westbrook’s condition. He was still a game time decision. All the anxiety that I had felt during the week had suddenly come back. Having no access to a computer made the situation worse, but I talked myself through it, remembering the many other times when Brian played hurt and had great games. As 1 o’clock neared, I remembered that he was playing against the Bears defense, and that even if he did play hurt, it could be a disaster. I went into the kitchen for some water, frantically thinking about how I could get onto a computer.
I sat in my car. I debated whether it was worth it to break into the library, use a computer and be hauled off to jail just after putting Justin Gage into my W/R slot for Old Brian. My thoughts drifted to Gage’s touchdown performance of week 2, and I set off for my local library. The Titans game was slated for 1pm, and having taken so long to make the only logical decision, I had only ten minutes to get into the library and make the change. Arriving with three minutes to spare, I realized that I had not devised a plan to break into a library. I knew that gripping the door handles and pulling with all my might wouldn’t do anything, but it felt right to at least try.
With my arms sore from pulling, and my heart heavy with worry and defeat, I just knew that Baby Brian wouldn’t play that night. A disgusting zero would be calculated into my score for the week. I sat outside the library for a few minutes trying to console myself, but I knew I had to get back home and watch the nine hours of football I had ahead of me that day.
I ended up winning my matchup due to the stellar performances of Tony Romo and Steve Smith, but the zero I dreaded so much was indeed a part of my score. Gage came up just short of 100 yards receiving, so my instincts to replace Bastard Brian were correct. While I did win last week, the moral of this story is to never give up, and go with your instincts, even if they involve committing crimes with multi-year sentences. At least you know they have computers that work in prison.