Oh Fantasy Football is such a fickle animal.

Just three weeks ago, I was flying as high as my teams, glowing in the prowess of Michael Vick, Kellen Winslow, and the Ravens Defense.

And then the bottom fell out of Vick's game, the Ravens offense, not to mention those machines I had known as Ladanian Tomlinson and Rudi Johnson.

In one league, after my hot 2-0 start, I have now dropped  three straight, while in another I evened up at 2-2 despite poor performances by Vick and LT and Jamal Lewis.

Last week, for example, I was down in a low scoring game, 65-53 going into the Monday night game. But, against the Broncos, I also had Lewis, plus Matt Stover and saftey Ed Reed (points for tackles and sacks count, and we play three defensive players rather than a defensive team) a troika who did not have to do much.

Like get 13 points, but all they could manage was ten, and I lost a pathetic loss.

So, this last Sunday the offense wakes up with LT and Laverneus Coles paving the way, pushing my squad to the second most points scored: 122. Of course I matched up against Brian Walton whose squad managed 127 points, and now I am looking at a 2-4 record even though my team is playing pretty well.

Actually I should not complain as Noah Parker's Sportsfrog.com has scored almost 90 points more than my team and he is 1-5.

Still, I have to wonder about rating systems in that league as I selected pretty well with my first pick, LT (Larry Johnson had been frozen). But, when I got my next chance, finishing the second round and starting the third, I made back-to-back picks of Randy Moss and running back Lewis.

Need I say more?

Still, I am more engaged than in the past, and my players are at least playing regularly, but I have to wonder as much as I thought maybe Deuce McAllister was not a bad gamble, but unheard of in the second or third round this year. Well, he sure would have been better than Lewis.

I just don't know. Part of the frustration is what seems to be the total lack of control we have over our teams, while some how I get the illusion that I have control over my baseball team.

Then again, maybe that is the lesson: we really have control over nothing. Especially on Sunday.