Hating On Matt Forte


For one night only I am an Indianapolis Colts fan. I don’t just want them to win, but I want them to win big, and for no other reason than that I don’t want the Jets to get to run the ball with Matt Forte. Nothing personal, Mr. Forte, but you’re on the team playing against me with the fantasy playoffs on the line. In fact, you’re the last player on the opposing team, and if you score more than 22.6 fantasy points tonight you will doom my team to no playoffs.

So, yes, I hope the Colts get up early, and keep scoring, so that Ryan Fitzpatrick will have to spray the ball all over the lot and Matt Forte stays stuck in neutral.

All day long I’ve been imagining the dreaded scenario of Forte scoring a quick touchdown, and even worse of scoring a long touchdown, the double whammy of a lot of yards plus the touchdown. I’ve been thinking about watching the game tonight, my blood boiling over, as Mr. Forte takes it up a notch against a poor Colts defense. And I know it’s just football, and fantasy at that, but the season’s on the line, and I need just one face smiling down from on high. Just don’t make it Matt Forte’s face.

On the other side of things, there’s a woman in my league who is hoping the exact opposite. For her, the season also balances on a razor’s edge, the difference between her and the playoffs a Matt Forte 22.7 fantasy point performance tonight. She will be staring at her television screen praying that the Jets get to run early and often against that abysmal Colts defense because her fantasy team lost this week. It’s the perfect storm, everything reliant on a running back on this final Monday night of our fantasy regular season.

The game starts in two minutes, and I can only whisper a prayer that Forte doesn’t do well enough to cause this woman celebration, that I can be popping the metaphorical champagne myself when all is said and done. But there is really nothing I can do about it except watch and hope it all comes out my way. And I know, it’s just a game, but I’ve become invested, and there are worse things to be invested in.

Just so long as Matt Forte doesn’t hit those 22.7 points. Go Colts!


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