APFFL: End Game

Regrets?

Definitely.

I probably shouldn't have had those four chili cheese burritos from Taco Bell at 3:21 a.m. (through 3:34 a.m.) last night.

And I probably shouldn't have used my first round draft pick on Steven Jackson in the inaugural AP Fantasy Football League.

In both cases, I was left with nothing to show for my decision except a surplus of heartburn and self-loathing.

But if I had to go back, I'd probably draft S. Jax and eat those four burritos all over again. In fact, if I could go back, I'd probably have the burritos on hand during the draft. Maybe that's where I went wrong.

Some of you will be sad and others will be ecstatic to know that this is the final APFFL blog of the year and the results are in. It came down to little old me and reader/Canadian Ben Savoie and your champion is: Reader/Canadian Ben Savoie!

Congratulations, man! For those of you keeping score at home, here's the championship box score. For those of you not keeping score at home, here's a picture of a poodle in a tutu.

Although the 204 to 175 score looks a little lopsided, I like to believe it was a lot closer than the score indicates. It was a two-week marathon of grit and glory. And I'm sure the celebrations are just now dying down around Ben's neck of the woods.

I'm working on putting together a fabulous prize package for him (Ben, what size sweatpants do you wear?) and he's obviously won an invite into next year's league.

I just seriously wanna thank everyone who was in the league this year and let you know that I probably swore at you and one of your wide receivers while watching a game at least once.

You are true American heroes. (Except for Ben.)

I'll see you all next year. In the meantime, well, there's always baseball season.