It's official...Hell has frozen over. The Devil and his minions are throwing snowballs at this very moment. That's right boys and girls. I'm going to have a Fantasy Football team this season. I'll wait while you laugh your asses off.
Are you done yet? No? Tough. I'm not waiting.
A bit of background for those of you who may be new to Mandyland. I hate watching football. I always have. The Superbowl? Not if I can help it and only if I can skip over the game to the commercials. It makes perfect sense, then, that I married a man who loves all things sports related. ESPN is his crack. He reads stats like they're sales prices at Macy's. His career is in sports. And football is his Ark. His Holiest of Holy.
For six years, I've lived for the months between the Superbowl and the Draft. Three whole months where Footballville didn't enter Mandyland. Naive as I am, I used to believe that football season started in September and ended in January. Little did I know that pre-season games start in August and the draft is in April.
Chad has always been in at least two, if not three, fantasy football leagues. This year, somewhat last minute, he decided to help run Adam's league. Several phone calls later, he came up with enough players for seven teams. He needed eight. I told him that if he couldn't find the eighth, I'd play a team, never suspecting it would come to pass. It has.
That means I have exactly 48 hours to figure out what positions are on the field (there are nine guys...I know that much for sure) and who plays those positions well enough to help me win. Mr. Condescending (also known as my husband) said he'd help me out. Granted this was after I said I already knew that I wanted to draft Jason Taylor and he, with a pained expression, said that Jason played for the defensive line so I would have to draft the whole line. No worries. I Googled and found out he plays for the Redskins. So...I have my defense (Redskins) and....nothing else.
Oh Lord. I also just realized that I might actually have to watch a game! Dear Lord. Wait! What was that? Oh...just pigs flying past the window.
No comments:
Post a Comment