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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