Fantasy Football Is All I Have

August 23, 2012 at 11:33 am

I love this time of year.

Hitting weather.

The air starts to get crisp, and for a lot of men, the discussion turns to football.

I’ve been a Chicago Bears fan for as long as I can remember.  I was 10 when they won the Superbowl and I’ve never lost my passion for following them.

In 2006, at the persistence of some co-workers, I reluctantly began playing Fantasy Football.  For years my impression of Fantasy was a bunch of nerds reading magazines and manually tracking touchdowns and statistics.  Turns out, us nerds actually let this thing called ‘The Internet’ do the heavy lifting for us.

It was an 8 team league with a little cash and a lot of bragging rights on the line.  I won the championship…and I was hooked.

Who won last year’s office league anyway? Custom made.

Fast forward to today where I play in 3 leagues (the original league now consists of more friends than co-workers since most members have moved on), including a league with my Goumba neighbors and an office league.

The females in my life are thoroughly confused about my obsession with checking my phone during the week (Someone posted new smack talk!) or having my lap top by my side all day on Sunday (Stat-tracker! Real time scoring!) as if I’m willing my fantasy team to victory by watching each fraction of a point accumulate on the scoreboard.

The answer is simple.  It’s fun.   I enjoy coming up with a team name that might make someone laugh (Brady Gaga in 2010) or shocked (Seauicidal Tendencies in 2012.  Too soon?). I look forward to verbally sparring with friends and co-workers the week leading up to a match up.  Notice, I haven’t even mentioned the money that’s on the line.  It’s not really about that, in my opinion. We don’t always have to understand what makes other people happy.

You know what is crazy? The fact that I’m only spending around 40 hours a week managing my teams! How can I win without completely alienating everyone in my life?!

Kidding.

So best of luck, players.  Football season is upon us.  And here’s hoping my strategy to personally stalk and tweet my players to make sure they’re ready to get my pretend team a win every week works.  I’ve set a high bar for myself after all.