Vegas odds, whiskey math, and Yahoo’s new fantasy format that rewards chaos instead of efficiency. The 120 Proof crew fed a spreadsheet whiskey and watched it explode. Here are your top 24 picks for ’25 — and the last math you’ll ever trust.

If you replaced your favorite team’s manager or coach with a random drunk fan with passable knowledge of the applicable sport, how would that impact the team’s record or performance? The assumption is negatively, but what if…

“I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed.”

Here are the five fantasy football expected studs who likely have you feeling like the dad who just had the cops drop off his 12-year-old at home after finding him at the local nudie joint.

Before Beijing gold, there was Athens bronze. We Got This: Kobe Bryant and the Redeem Team is the story of how a generation of NBA stars found their leader in the one man willing to dive first, shoot last, and shoulder whatever was missing.

Once upon a funkadelic time, goggles weren’t a punchline, they were the show. This is the story of the bespectacled spectacles who turned corrective lenses into a fashion statement and a competitive edge. Raise your glasses — literally.

Bobby Bonilla may be the ubiquitous Bernie Madoff equivalent when it comes to players fleecing their teams but what if we told you that his is hardly the most noteworthy of one-sided contracts?

In battles between David and Goliath, we always cheer for David. But, what if David is a an asshole?

They sold us a savior. They gave him $28 million to disappear. This isn’t cap strategy — it’s The Usual Suspects with load management.

Six dynasties eat steak; the other twenty-four lick the plate and call it character. We did the math on fan suffering and started a support group anyway. Come recite the pledge and learn the One Blowout Grace Rule.

We all play fantasy football for fun. Let’s make sure your commissioner has fun too, and is not actively plotting your demise with every waking moment.

Draft night sells stories; year one sells receipts. From castle-proof to rotgut regrets, we pour each rookie and see who burns clean. Bring ice for your takes.

I blew calls at 16, my daughter stuck the landing at 9, and in both cases the loudest adults missed the point. The answer isn’t screaming at refs or handing out clone medals. It’s consequences with grace—and yes, I brought jokes.

Cooper Flagg is the headline; the story is how you become that headline. We set his curated grind against a nameless template of hunger and let the film decide what travels.

It starts with a tuxedo and ends with a flowerbed. Somewhere in between, Torsten rewrites the fantasy football commandments and maybe exorcises a few personal demons along the way.

Nature is a body-horror parade, and the NBA is full of players just as terrifying. From ear-burrowing wasps to playoff assassins, meet the creatures that haunt both ecosystems.