When I left Florida I left several things.
1) My parents.
2) My friends.
3) My twins club.
4) My fantasy football league.
It sounds silly, but do you know how hard it is to get into a good fantasy football league that had a live-in-person draft and plays for money? It’s hard. Nobody ever leaves their league, but people always want to join. You have to wait for someone to move or die. It’s like getting in to Cirque de Soleil. Or my community pool. Sort of.
I used to drive 45 minutes to draft for my old league. Everyone else lived in Lakeland. I got a spot because I worked with a guy on the league and the year before they had kicked out a mother and son for cheating. (Dumping all the best players to the better of their two teams right before the playoffs).
I know you non-fantasy football people are rolling your eyes like crazy, but those of you that play completely understand what I am talking about.
Finding a good fantasy football league here in Northern Virginia was right up there with finding a good pediatrician.
Through the power of the interweb I have been lobbying Bump (aka Lumpyhead’s Dad) for a spot on his league. The actual NFL season starts exactly four months from today, but I assure you it isn’t too early to start thinking about it.
I either read on a blog somewhere or saw someone on TV (maybe “Last Comic Standing”?) say “Isn’t Fantasy Football just Dungeons and Dragons for meatheads?”. That isn’t the exact joke, but it’s close. Now, I don’t really consider myself to be a meathead. I don’t think anybody would mistake me for an athlete of any sort. I mean, in high school I lettered in drama and chorus. So maybe, maybe it is just like D & D. If it is, I better go out an buy one of those die with 64 sides.
I bet you guys didn’t even know you could letter in chorus. I’m a huge dork. Now the whole internet knows. I’m sure you suspected this anyway. I’m guessing the people that were actually cool in high school aren’t spending their time talking to the internet about their twins, fantasy football and “The Doodlebpos”.
The good news is that I got an e-mail yesterday from one of my internet boyfriends who is starting up his own league. It may be long distance, but at least I can expect some good trash talking.
There are just under four months until September 7th, also known as the first day of the 2006 – 2007 NFL season and I can’t wait.