Larry, ironically nicknamed 'Lucky Larry' by his buddies, walked out of draft night feeling on top of the world. He had just assembled what looked like a championship-caliber roster. Every pick fell into place – a top-tier running back, an elite quarterback, and all the sleeper picks he wanted. His roster was a who's-who of fantasy studs (the draft report card even gave him an A+). His league mates grudgingly complimented his draft, and Larry basked in the praise.
He was so confident, he joked in the group chat that they might as well hand him the trophy immediately. Larry's enthusiasm was through the roof – this was his year for sure. Of course, any longtime fantasy manager knows that boasting like that is just tempting fate... and the fantasy football gods were indeed listening.
The season started out looking like Larry's confidence was justified. In Week 1, his team exploded for the highest score in the league, and he won by a comfortable margin. At 1-0, he was already feeling unbeatable. However, that feeling didn't last long, as Lady Luck decided to pull the rug out from under him starting in Week 2.
Week after week, Larry's squad kept putting up big point totals – and week after week, he somehow kept running into opponents having the games of their lives. It seemed every opponent saved their season-best performance for when they faced Larry. It became a running joke in the league that whenever someone played 'Lucky Larry', their team suddenly turned into an all-star squad. Larry was scoring well above the league average each week, yet his win-loss record started to sink under .500 due to these unbelievable coincidences.
Larry's losses became the stuff of legend. Some of the absurd heartbreaks he endured included:
By mid-season, Larry's frustration was off the charts. Despite having one of the highest point totals in the league (and by far the most points scored against him), his record sat at a mediocre 4-5. His buddies started calling his squad 'the best team that might not make the playoffs' – a title nobody wants. Larry could only laugh in disbelief at this point; the situation was so absurd it was almost comical.
As if the constant barrage of high-scoring opponents wasn't enough, fate had more cruel twists in store. Injuries began hitting Larry's lineup at the worst possible times. One week, his star wide receiver pulled a hamstring on the very first play and ended up with zero points – naturally, Larry went on to lose that matchup by just a few points. On another occasion, his stud running back was a surprise inactive minutes before kickoff due to a mysterious pre-game injury. With no time to find a replacement, Larry had to swallow a zero in that roster spot, and yes, he lost that game too by a painfully small margin.
By now, Larry was exasperated. He tried every trick to break the curse: he shuffled his lineup, changed his team name to Better Luck Next Time, and even wore his so-called lucky socks for three straight Sundays. He half-jokingly talked about burning sage or sacrificing a foam finger to appease the fantasy gods. But nothing worked – his team's bad luck just refused to fade.
Somehow, despite all the misfortune, Larry entered the final week of the regular season still clinging to playoff hopes. He was on the outside looking in, but a postseason berth was mathematically possible if a few things went his way. One of those things, of course, was that he needed to win his own Week 14 matchup – which, fittingly, was against the first-place, highest-scoring team in the league. To make matters worse, the manager holding the last playoff spot was facing a bottom-tier team that had stopped setting their lineup (an almost guaranteed win for Larry's rival). The odds were stacked against him, but Larry crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.
In that crucial Week 14 game, Larry's team finally delivered a performance worthy of his draft day dreams – they erupted for a season-high point total, throwing everything they had at the league's top team. It was a fantasy shootout for the ages. By Sunday night, Larry had put up around 180 points, the kind of score that would win nearly any other week. But in the spirit of his season, even that wasn't enough. His opponent's lineup caught fire as well, posting approximately 185 points of their own. Larry lost the finale by just a few points. It was a microcosm of his entire season – a brilliant effort undone by forces outside his control.
When the dust settled, Larry indeed missed the playoffs. He finished in seventh place despite outscoring almost everyone in the league. (He even had more total points on the season than the second-place team!) Alas, those points didn't matter in the end – not with his cursed schedule. While teams with far fewer points were moving on to compete for the championship, Larry was left shaking his head on the sidelines. He had managed his roster expertly and made all the right moves, but the one thing he couldn't manage was pure, blind luck.
Moral: In fantasy football, you can do everything right and still get blindsided by bad luck. A team can score a ton of points and yet fall short due to factors no manager can control – opponent outbursts, injuries, random scheduling quirks. The moral is: never underestimate the role of luck in this game. Even the best team on paper needs a few lucky breaks to go all the way. So plan and play smart, but always remember that sometimes, the fantasy gods just won't cooperate – and that's what makes fantasy football as humbling as it is thrilling.