The guys in my life (bf's, fb's, co-workers, work husbands, what have you) get sooooo pumped up/slightly psycho/definitely feverish around this time of year.  It has become apparent that their draft picks for their fantasy league are more important and precious to them than [fill in the blank].  Goobers, they are.
I participated in ONE fantasy football league ONE time, 2006.  I was called one sultry Floridian  August afternoon and asked by my co-worker if I wanted to play.  I protested out of lack of knowledge of the rules, operation and protocol of such an entity but he assured me, "no experience necessary."  I'm thinking he's underestimating me :)  After having a half hour to be prepare for the dumpy draft and being ridiculed for picking Eli Manning and a defense in early rounds, I ended up winning that year--how thsuper/funny/good times that is.  There were numerous reasons I liked playing the oddly addicting beast that is fantasy football but there was one BIG reason I didn't like it that outshone everything else.....it ruined the game for me in a way.  It took the fun out of watching on the weekends, rooting for the players and teams I truly liked.  Instead I was only cheering for the players I put into my lineup that week.  I was wishing physical harm on the players included on my opponent's roster.  Worst of all I would be physically ill if I started a player that was doing awful and benched the replacement who was having the best Sunday of his career.  I got really into and couldn't take it....I realized that watching football and participating in the season's various festivities had lost its charm and playfulness.  It wasn't the same gloriousness and I haven't played since.  Besides, I want to keep my record of 1-0.
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