Honestly, nothing hurts quite like f***ing up in fantasy hockey. It haunts you. A small piece of me dies each time I hear the name "Dennis Wideman."

Earlier this season, I dropped Wideman—the steady Boston Bruins' defenseman—from my fantasy hockey team. 
It gets worse. 
I dropped him for San Jose Sharks' d-man Christian Ehrhoff.
I drafted Wideman. I felt like he was going to improve on his 36 point 2007-2008 season and benefit from playing on a decent Boston team. Well, he certainly has.
I can't say that I thought the Bruins would be this good. And while I was high on Wideman, I didn't think he'd be this good, either. But that doesn't make it any easier. He used to be mine. I let him go. Now I'm paying the price—sitting quietly by my window and thinking about him.
In 45 games this season, Wideman has 31 points (9 goals, 22 assists) and is a whopping +26. Twenty of those points have come on the power play.
To make sure that I was reminded of how much of an idiot I was, Wideman scored last night against the Toronto Maple Sucks. It was a power play goal—of course.
And Ehrhoff? I dropped his ass. After starting the season with 16 points in twenty games, he's tallied a goal and two assists since Nov. 22—F**k Christian Ehrhoff.
I'm sitting in fourth place in my pool. There's a substantial amount of money to be won. Had I kept Wideman, I'd probably be in second or close to it. Had I kept Wideman, and had Tomas Plekanec not morphed into a useless piece of Montreal Canadiens' shit, I might even be a challenger for first.
You live and learn, I guess. At least I now know what John Ferguson Jr. feels like.
Still, I need a drink.