I got mixed up in one of these Fantasy Golf leagues a few years ago. Halfway through the season, I was so far behind 2nd-to-last place that I decided to stop trying to analyze individual player strengths in relation to the golf course and write down names at random with no rhyme or reason.
You know the end of the story. By the end of the season, Team Dicknozian climbed to the middle of the pack. After spotting the field 10 shots on the front side, avoiding the PGA Fantasy Booby Prize was quite an accomplishment. If I'd just started out picking horses by saddle color or cleverness of name, I'd have the Blue Ribbon hanging on my wall.
I'm so inept that if actually forced to actually reason through my selections, I might as well pick Frank Beard to win the 2013 Masters.