Listen, buddy. I’ve been in this fantasy football game for over a decade. I don’t just look at ESPN rankings like some casual, I watch film, I study depth charts, I read beat reporters at 2 a.m. while you’re still drooling on your pillow. And I’m telling you right now, Jacory Croskey-Merritt is the league winner.
You think it’s a joke? You think I’m just making this up because I saw some highlight on Twitter? No. I’ve tracked his snap counts, I’ve watched how the coaching staff uses him in short-yardage, I’ve noted how the offensive line grades out in gap vs zone schemes. This isn’t a hobby, it’s a lifestyle.
While you’re out there drafting washed-up RBs in the 5th round, I’m patiently sitting, waiting, knowing I’m going to grab Bill Croskey-Merritt in the double-digit rounds and watch him carry me to a championship while you’re crying about injuries.
Don’t come crying to me in Week 12 when Little Bill is dropping 20 points a game and you’re stuck starting some bum who gets vultured at the goal line. I don’t play fantasy football. I live fantasy football. And Bill is the truth.