You know you’ll play again next season, but you might want to do something about that football karma! Is there a goat you can parade around your front yard to lift the curse?

… Unless Chris launches a fantasy TV league based on actor performances. You could draft a line-up of 5 performers, and define a quantifiable performance trait (Aaron Paul says “bitch”; a shot of Archie Panjabi’s boots; Matt Smith changes directions while walking). That’d be fun!

Like you, I got suckered into this by the promise of using TV as a source of team names (I was the Sky Bisons) and then having to go from there had me at a complete loss.

I knew nothing about football, except that it dominates TV during the fall on Saturdays (college) and Sundays (professional), and this year was going to push back the start time of my beloved The Good Wife every single week. And despite coming in second in our league, I still have no idea what a running back is or what a wide receiver does (don’t explain to me, I don’t care).

But it boiled down to pure luck for me, as I had no teams I rooted for in any capacity (my mother was disappointed I didn’t have anyone from New England on my team), and instead sought out advice from people I knew who watched football or, after an early run of being undefeated, byes and injuries came in, forcing me to figure out who got to play. And, basically, I just looked at project points of the free agents and went with them.

I will say this made the experience more clinical, and near the end, in the time running up to our playoffs, something of a drag for me. I had started losing a fair bit, and it was less fun. I was also in a weird place of half-heartedly rooting against other people’s teams (particularly the Saints in the championship game), and given that there was nothing invested in this beyond a charitable donation, it felt a little odd.

And so I’ll probably not to do another fantasy league again. Unless, of course, Myles starts that fantasy curling league, and then I’m totally in.