Fall of the House of York
0-0 · Eric Smith
Eric put $60 on Christian McCaffrey, and the room made the noise a family makes when grandpa announces he bought a motorcycle. The manager whose entire fantasy identity is watching his guys leave games in a cart handed his largest check to the most famous MRI recipient in football, and the sheet has 302.09 points sitting next to the name, a figure Eric will quote in the group chat four times before Halloween. The top-line grade is real: 121.86 projected points out of his starting lineup, best in the league, two elite starters, zero bye collisions. Then you look behind the front row and find nothing. He sank 97.5% of his money into starters, and the gap between a York starter and whoever replaces him is 7.65 points, twelfth of twelve, the widest cliff anyone built. One player was hurt before the draft even ended. The 2017 ring says he can win this thing; the 2016 sacko says the trapdoor is still installed. Week 1 sends him to Jason and Weenie Hut Jr., a series he trails 7-9 across 2013 through 2025, which is a strange thing to trail. If McCaffrey pulls up in warmups, Eric's first phone call goes to his twin brother Brian, who is not in this league, has never been in this league, and would still be an upgrade on the guy behind CMC.