This was my favorite line in the piece:
Sharks assume they'll dominate the guppies, with their VBD and ADP and giant shark brains.
I played in a league with 11 guppies. Did it as a favor to a buddy. It's just not fun. It really isn't. One guy drafted Fred Lane -- a month after he died. The draft
creeps along because an owner takes five minutes trying to decide between a backup QB who will never see the field and ANOTHER backup QB who will never see the field. I counted at least 15 instances when a guppy owner selected a player who had been drafted approximately ten rounds earlier. I counted at least 20 instances when a guppy owner asked out loud "So WHO is the kicker for ________?" "So WHO is the backup QB for ________?" Then they borrow each other's magazines, to ascertain exactly which three-month-old rag contained the latest information.

Yes, I won the league.
No, I couldn't have been less excited about it.