As with previous draft style fantasy seasons we have had a season filled with very little movement of players between teams.
In order to remedy this, my cousin Nish came up with a suggestion: What if we implemented compulsory player trades? Each team must be required to make X number of player trades per month.
While I think Nish's suggestion may have something to do with Da Costa losing form and Welbeck not living up to expectations, I think it's an interesting suggestion. While my immediate reaction was to think 'no way, you can't force trades, this will never work', it is an interesting suggestion. First, a couple of barriers to this approach:
But, all that said, I think it is a fantastic idea in essence. Whether it is successful in making draft leagues more exciting would come down to the player execution. My suggested formula:
The overall prospect of losing a key player to a rival and seeing his points be used against you is quite interesting and I think worth exploring. On the flip side, stealing an opponents key player to bridge the gap against him is fantastic!
I think this is definitely an idea worth exploring. Any suggestions on how to improve on the concept?
Fantastic idea. Love the idea that the lower rank team chooses the position, and the fact that you get to chose which player you want rather than then be offered. Great concept
Right after we completed our draft, I wanted to make a trade. A few reasons for this:
So what was the deal on offer?
I was offering Tadic (in the very unlikely chance that you haven't heard of him, he is Southampton's creative replacement for Adam Lallana) and Bony (Swansea's main man up front). In return, I was willing to take any striker that the trading party didn't want as long as I got a high-end midfielder in return.
As anyone who plays draft style premiership fantasy knows, strikers are a prized commodity. They get snapped up quickly, and with so many teams adopting a one-striker policy, there aren't that many options around. By the time that everyone is picking their third striker, pickings are few and often, you are happy to simply get a striker that gets regular minutes with some sort of chance of scoring.
The ominous late-summer air along with the crunch of the tell-tale leaves littering the ground signaled it was coming. My chest heaved a heavy sigh knowing that I would not be able to escape its grips. What did I have to offer that could compare with 300 pound men in shoulder pads broadcast in hi-definition? Yes, it is that time of year again, the season of the football widows.
Before marriage, I was familiar with "Monday Night Football." That was a manageable concession I was willing to make. One night a week. Easy. But I've since learned that there are NFL games all day Sunday and on Thursday nights as well. Throw college ball into the mix on Saturdays and the week is completely lost to the testosterone laden frenzy of the gridiron.
Perhaps if I had a favorite team, I would also succumb to the madness and hibernate with my husband in the man-cave until the spring thaw. I married into a Patriots family, so they are my adopted team and I actually do root for them. But its more of an after the fact curiosity cheer - 'hey, did our team win?' I can usually tell the answer by his demeanor. Hugs and kisses means a victory. Grunts and sighs signal a loss.
Over the years I have learned to live through this annual cycle of widowhood. I feel fortunate to catch glimpses of my husband during random minutes when a game was not being played, or being reviewed, or being commented upon with predictions for the next game. But in recent years a new type of football has crept into our lives and stolen away even those rare precious minutes when I saw my husband during the fall and winter months: Fantasy Football. (shudder).