It's Lake of the Ozarks fantasy football draft time!!!

Every year at this time I go back to see many of my high school and college buddies in Osage Beach, Missouri, overlooking the country's largest man-made lake (with as many miles of coastline as California).

It's a highlight of my year. It would be an even bigger highlight of my year if I could win the league one of these years. We've been running it for 28 years and, while I've won a few lesser league awards over that time, I still have yet to win the big prize - the Fantasy Bowl.

Maybe this is the year. I better do my homework because the league is full of NFL sharks. What I can successfully manage is determining which of these throwback and new helmets that will be used by various teams this year look good or look like a mess.

I think the wacky Detroit Lions one is new and not a throwback. And the same for the Indianapolis Colts' one, although I think that one looks better. Can the Cleveland Browns' new Auburn-like white helmet finally bring them wins?

My favorites of the throwbacks are: 

• Tennessee Titans: But it seems a little nonsensical to have Tennessee use the classic Houston Oilers' look.
• Denver Broncos: The iconic D is way better than the terrible design the team has had for many years.
• Seattle Seahawks: It's a classic look, even if they almost literally never one when they had it.

But the clear winner has to be the Tampa Bay Buccaneers' helmet. The team is embracing their dark years that had nothing going for them except Lee Roy Selmon and those beautiful powdered oranges.

John Jeremiah Sullivan and the Surprising Humanity Behind the Lives of Christian Rock Fans

A recent article in The New Yorker turned me on to John Jeremiah Sullivan's hilarious takes on the pop-culture landscape. I purchased his collection called Pulphead: Essays and just finished the first story, called "Upon This Rock," which is no letdown.

Sullivan decides to document the Cross-Over Festival in Lake of the Ozarks, Missouri -- three days of "top Christian bands at some isolated Midwestern fairground." He decides he'll post an invitation for fair-goers to hitch a ride with him as he makes his way there from the East Coast. What he doesn't expect is that the youth experience he's hoping to document is not a bunch of twenty-somethings, but rather mostly prepubescent tweens, who soon attack him online as being some sort of pervert on a "questy missiony thing."

Soon enough, he decides to change plans and instead hit an even bigger Christian rock festival called Creation Fest in rural Pennsylvania, which happens to begin the next day.

Sullivan does a great job in this essay of not prejudging the characters he would soon meet, which would be all too easy to do, especially with this subject matter. He finds the 100,000 people in attendance, in general, "exceptionally kind" and different from the guys at sporting events who generally seem to have a dark machismo and appear to be just waiting for something bad to happen.

He meets a group of West Virginia dudes with whom, surprisingly, he becomes enamored. "They were passionate to make me see what kinds of guys they were." They were hardened by their violent lives and had given all their anger to God. But other than that, they were entirely likable and not much different from non-God-y guys.

Sullivan's take on Christian rock is funny too. He says a Christian band is one that simply has Christians in it and can be quite good, like U2. But a Christian rock band is one that has no desire to be artistic or original because it simply needs to play something "proven to please ... while praising Jesus Christ." It is fail-proof to these audiences because it automatically carries a message that they will approve of. Sullivan speaks almost not at all of the music because it doesn't matter. Either it's fine because you agree with it or "if you think it profoundly sucks, that's because your priorities are not its priorities."

This is the most thoughtful take on an extremely weird and foreign subject matter to me. I can't wait to dig into the rest of the essays in Pulphead, including ones on Axl Rose, reality TV, his brother's near-death electrocution, and more.

**** out of ***** stars