After prefacing the joining of the Fantasy Football League by saying, “Oh, I’m just doing it to get to know the neighbors. I’m not going to be one of those guys who is trading players and all that…” Hubby proceeded to spend the season checking his stats on Yahoo every five minutes every Sunday, and on Monday nights, and trading players, and getting all wrapped up in the fantasy football ballyhoo… before placing… dead last… in the conference.
Hubby didn’t make playoffs. He is actually upset about this. Embarassed about his poor showing. And to be fair, he did get to know the guys in our neighborhood better (in fact, it was those very guys and their spouses who we went to that wretched restaurant with a few weeks ago), and made some buddies… so… it’s all good.
But: I’ve banned him from Fantasy Sports. It truly IS the jock version of Dungeons and Dragons.
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I loved your post back in August about this. I laughed ’til my sides hurt and read it to Smart Guy. He too is a Fantasy Football Freak. He’s in a league with a bunch of Youth Pastor Geeks. After they all did their first draft, somehow it all got screwed up in cyber space, so they had to do it all over again. And youth pastors wonder why everyone wonders what they do all day?