This is the Browless Wonders. I'd like to start a new weekly column called "fuck me" in which I go over the players which I've idiotically dropped at some point that are now being used to fuck me in my current match up. This week, I face Old Man Whiteford, and two of my old friends: Jose Calderon and Andris Biedrins.
I drafted both of these players. In Jose's case, I held on to him while he struggled through beginning of the season. Finally fed up with his ineptitude (exacerbated by his timeshare with Jarrett Jack), I dropped him...just before Jack was traded to New Orleans. Old Man Whiteford (really, Forshay), scooped him up opportunistically. Last game, he had 19 assists. Fuck me.
Andris actually pisses me off a bit more. After a sluggish but promising start, Andris was ready to break out. However, he got hurt...again (he missed most of last season with injury). I retardedly held onto him for 3 weeks while he was hurt. He came back...and sucked balls. I tried to keep him on my team, but with other injuries, he had to go to free up roster space. Recently, he started to get hot again in the categories in which he excels: rebounds, blocks, fg% and steals. Once again, Old Man Whiteford opportunistically picked him up. On Jan 30th, he had 11 pts (on 5-7 fg), 10 rebs, 3 blocks and a steal. Fuck me.
Will