Jami Manages the Crazy Death Monkeys

It's not as exciting as it sounds, really. What we are talking about here is fantasy hockey. The Husband had had a league for the last several years and at first I had no interest in it. However, I like hockey and I like games. I have no knowledge of players who aren't on the Penguins, however, or at least very little. I suspected this would be my downfall. Last season was my first attempt. I allowed the computer to draft for me, since me trying to make up my own draft when I didn't even really understand most of how the league itself worked seemed like a poor idea. I did choose the name "Crazy Death Monkeys" which was my gaming nickname given to me by a good friend. (Of course, when it was just me, it was just Crazy Death Monkey, but since this is a whole team, one has to pluralize, unless one is a "Blue" or a "Wild" which apparently don't. But I digress). So last year my strategy was:

• Allow the computer to draft for me
• Replace people I didn't like or who weren't doing well or were injured with the player in the same position who had the funniest name.
• Forget to update my team for several days at a time.

This strategy did not work as well as I hoped. I did enjoy one glorious day at the top ranking, and then pretty much rocketed to the cellar like Auntie Em when the wind picks up. The only thing that kept me out of actual last place was the team manager who started the season, then got busy with real life and decided not to play anymore. We defeated him soundly. Go, Monkeys, Go!

This year I employed a new strategy which I choose not to give away here, lest my opponents seize on it. It does not involve any more knowledge, research or paying attention to the games, though I will say that I have managed to keep the team updated almost daily this time. Also, I again let the computer draft for me, since he did such a fine job last year. And the results? As of this writing, CDM lead the league by more than 80 points with less than a month to go. That's right. We've been leading for a few weeks, though I've been loathe to brag, assuming karma would then mortally wound all my players. But I have to crow a little, don't I?

I'm winning. I don't even know who some of the fine young men on my team play for (yes, I know it says it under their names, that doens't mean I remember it once I click away), and yet I am kicking the butts of some serious hockey junkies.

So let me just say:

Crazy Death Monkeys rock the house! We are kickin' butt and cookin' chickens! They said the Hanson Brothers couldn't be beaten (acutally I said that). They said a Monkey can't beat a Unicorn (okay, no one said that). They said someone who doesn't really even "get" some of the rules can never triumph.

They were wrong . . . . The Crazy Death Monkeys are leaving 'em all behind.

Go, Monkeys, Go!!!

(I encourage you to chant this, right now, wherever you are.)