Hello everyone. My name's Josh and I'm a former LeGarrette Blount owner...
This is my story.
I initially picked up LeGarrette Blount the day after he had that impressive end-of-game performance against Pittsburgh in Week 3. All throughout the bye week I considered myself Slick Rick and was bragging to everyone how he was the next big thing and would break out this season and just to watch. I'd went back and looked at his time at Oregon and everything that happened on his way to the NFL and was convinced I'd found a gem.
His first game after the bye week he ended up rushing for an astounding 3 yards on four attempts. Against the Bengals. The Bengals! Dude looked like a stud-in-the-making against the Steelers but couldn't even get a 1.0 yards per carry average against the Bengals? That was certainly a shocker and I ate some crow for all my dumb gloating, but ultimately, I decided to stick with him heading into Week 6. I had done the research, after all!
He didn't even end up playing in Week 6 against the Saints so my confidence dropped even further. At that point I needed to pick up a bunch of players off the waiver wire because I was hit pretty hard with bye weeks for Week 7, so I ended up dropping Blount figuring I could just pick him up at the first sign of stardom.
Now before we get to the obvious tragic ending, first, a quick note about my league and the whole waiver process. The league's a 12-teamer where we have to start 2 QB's, 3 WR's 2 RB's, 1 TE, 1 RB/WR flex, 1 kicker and 1 DEF/ST. To say that the waiver wire has slim pickings would be an understatement of epic proportions. The pool is currently a place where the likes of Maurice Morris and Sam Hurd reign supreme. There is no doubt that it is a scary, desolate, depressing place to be. Just like the saying that the money withdrawn from an ATM anytime after 1:00am is not going towards anything good and wholesome, the same sort can be said of scouring my league's waiver wire. You are never there for anything good. Only bad.
Anyway, as you might imagine, players who become legitimate and suddenly have value due to an in-game injury or Giants defensive line annihilation are the prime pickings of this sad, lonely place. As I said before, I was planning on dropping then soon picking up Blount, who wasn't producing for me at all at that time, as soon as he showed some promise. Easy, right? Wrong!
What I didn't take into account was that the majority of the guys in my league are what you would call... I don't even know what to call it. Waiver wire scavenger parasites perhaps? Free agent pool grubbing whores? Something to that effect. Here I thought I was hardcore with my multiple tabbed Firefox window complete with Gametracker, my e-mail, the Shark Pool and a few other fantasy football news sources opened. Little did I know that these other guys had some crazy frigging telepathic link or something with injuries that were happening around the league on Sunday's. I should have noticed the danger when Michael Vick was picked up literally within a minute-and-a-half of Kevin Kolb getting knocked out in Week 1. But I didn't, and I paid the price. Oh, I paid the price dearly
I likely lost strapping, young LaGarrette forever within a few minutes of his best carry of that fateful day. It was a 17-yard scamper/prance in the third quarter. One of the scavenger/whores heard about it or saw it or stumbled upon it or whatever it is that they do. I am certain he will never truly appreciate him as I have. Or could. You truly don't know what you've got until you've thrown it away thinking it sucks... only to have it suddenly become awesome and end up in some other person's possession who stumbled upon your trash by accident. Surely a sage, wise saying indeed, that one...
As you surely already know, Blount went on to rush for 72 yards on 11 carries in that game. And then for 120 yards and two touchdowns on 22 carries a week later.
The player I initially dropped him for just prior to Week 7? Well, I'm not sure exactly -- this is likely due to some subconscious defense mechanism existing to help me from periodically delving further and further into grief -- but it was for either Todd Bouman or Danario Alexander. One, a worst-case-scenario journeyman QB and the other a Calvin Johnson look-alike whose knees are apparently made of some type of easily breakable glass.
Thank you for listening to my tragedy and let it be a lesson to you all. A warning. A fable. Or whatever else they called those precautionary lesson-tale things by Aesop. Don't ever chance true predictive player success and compatibility on the unforgiving, merciless, barren land of the waiver wire pool. True, there are many fish in the sea, but that doesn't mean that the best fish aren't any less awesome than the sucky ones. Believe that!
The End