SAN FRANCISCO -- I've been playing Fantasy Football for approaching 10 years. All in the same league. I've never won once. Not a single time. And look, is that on me? No. Trades are for the weak. I'm confident in my choices.

However this season was different. I was SET UP to win. It was basically ordained. The Pope gave up the ghost, and in his dying breath he granted me this season like an indulgence upon a Medici. Until this fateful day.

I must have pissed off a witch, or at minimum the goth barista who spits in my drink every morning. She also gets a complaint when she doesn't.

The universe conspired against me, some Butterfly Effect-esque event with less Kutcher than I would prefer. The Eagles intentionally shattered Cam's ankle, I'm coming out and saying it. Anything is possible, especially with all the gambling allegations floating around.

Here is the kicker: I fell on my own sword. In a twist of fate I somehow also drafted the Eagles defense. Not only did I draft them, I took a chance and drafted them as my second round pick. Is this destiny? Punishment for a lack of hubris? Some cruel joke? I can't tell.

What I do know is: I'm not winning fantasy for an 11th year in a row.