People are predictable when they've had a "few too many". I've yet to witness a group of friends that didn't include the guy who drinks too much and starts a fight, or the one who relentlessly hits on any woman within shouting distance. There's always the guy who says the same thing over and over (usually while invading your personal space), and his buddy who attempts something absurdly dangerous.

While it seems like I may need to raise my social standards, I bring this up because I also fall into a pattern every time I get a few drinks in me. I'm the guy who ends up really hungry...for White Castle.

My relationship with White Castle is your traditional love-hate saga. There's so much to love about it:

- Pulling up to the drive-thru and ordering literal suitcases full of mini cheese burgers (endearingly referred to as Crave Cases).
- The clam strips at White Castle - they're the best kept secret on the menu. That's right, I said it.
- The confused feeling I get when I'm done ordering my White Castle and the attendant says, “That will be $54.63”.
- The way no cleaning agent on Earth can take the smell of White Castle off your clothing for the ensuing 72 hours after being near the building.
- Eating White Castle. I love those mushy, greasy, onion-smothered burgers and their soggy little buns, in a way that is quite literally unhealthy.
- Waking up wondering why I'm covered in those tiny cardboard holders that each precious slider comes securely nestled in.

All of which brings me to the unfortunate state of affairs that is 'the hate'. I'm referring to, of course, the consequences of over-indulging in White Castle. The consequences whose ramifications are not felt until you suddenly awake early the next morning. If you've been in my shoes before, you know exactly what I'm talking about. But for the uninitiated, allow me to break it down in fantasy football terms you can relate to. Introducing “The White Castle Hate”, AKA the three levels of post-White Castle hell...

Level One – The Lamar Miller Level

So it's six in the morning, you've been passed out for three hours, and suddenly it hits – the level-one tremor. You stumble past the stinking heap of leftover burgers (no one ever finishes all their White Castle), and head for the toilet. Things don't go so poorly. You take care of business and go back to sleep thinking, “That wasn't even so bad. It was perfectly normal. Just the beer probably. I'll feel better when I wake up in a few hours.”

Harry after Lloyd got his revenge.

You don't need me to rehash the sordid details of Wilson's fantasy season. Fumbles, bright red Tom Coughlins, dog houses, Da'Rel Scott on third downs, and wonky necks are practically imprinted on the souls of his fantasy owners. The takeaway here is clear enough. When expectant growth is built into a player's price tag at the draft table, it's best to proceed with caution, or you may find yourself in need of fresh boxer shorts. Not coincidentally, the same lesson applies when you mistake White Castle for actual nourishment.

If numberFire metrics could get off the page and strut, they'd look like a bunch of peacocks with respect to Wilson. Of the 40 running backs who have received 40 plus carries, Wilson's rushing NEP ranks 38th, ahead of only Bernard Pierce and Chris Johnson. In fact, you could have avoided this situation entirely had you read Matt Grasso's August 30th write-up, which told you to sell high on Wilson based largely on his alarming 2012 rushing NEP metrics.

The latest reports on Wilson suggest he'll miss the next three to four games recovering from his neck injury. So what are we supposed to do with him now? I'd love to tell you to hold onto Wilson, and that he can be a difference maker for your stretch run, but this is Level Three – there's no room for recovery, optimism, or any type of positive thinking down here.

Even if Wilson can get back on the field, it won't be until about the same time Andre Brown makes his return. At that point, do you really want to bank on a rotational back (we can't rule out Brandon Jacobs remaining involved either), on a lousy team, fresh off a significant neck injury?

When the White Castle does you in, you're looking at a 24 to 48 hour recovery time, but when your second round draft pick drops a month long dookie on your fantasy football team (then suffers a debilitating injury just when it looked like he was about to get it going), the only choice is to cut your losses and move on. Unfortunately, there will be plenty of Wilson owners who act a lot like every repeat White Castle patron since the beginning of time. Even though it's a certainty things will end badly, they just can't quit the crave.