Up until two years ago I was an avid “sports ball” guy. Using that catchall phrase to describe my lack of interest to any sports fan looking to converse on the subject. It’s not that I didn’t appreciate the games or the dedication required to compete at them, I just had no personal connection. That is, until my wife’s brother-in-law roped me into their family league.
Competitive person at heart, I looked forward to trouncing everyone after 5 minutes of googling “Who to draft fantasy football?” It didn’t take but two weeks of Tony “Oh-no” to realize my multi-kicker team was a mess. One night I found myself sitting at my computer at 4 am. My eyes bloodshot and my mind completely consumed in how, I could convince my mother-in-law to trade me Russell Wilson for Ahmad Bradshaw. That is when it hit me… This was the fourth step in a theoretical trade chain involving multiple owners. Not only did I not have Bradshaw, but the three trades I had conceived to get him were a sure sign that I had a problem.
Since then, I can safely say that I won’t be using the word “sports ball” ever again. I have become a die-hard fan of not only fantasy, but football in general. My football knowledge has come to shame my friends and I can’t get enough of podcasts and articles. Last season I even started this website, so that I could write about fantasy as a hobby.