w-whats your fant-t-tasy?
In approximately one hour I start my first ever Fantasy Football draft.
I remember a time when I absolutely despised fantasy sports. The very idea of my boyfriend staring at the computer screen and television simultaneously for hours on end would make my stomach turn and my head boil. As a girl, fighting with football for your loved-one’s attention is, well, a lost cause. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em! Thanks to my newfound understanding and love of sports, I’ve joined a league this year. I did a mock draft earlier today and it went REALLY well, but I’m assuming I was in a room full of morons or really lucky… because the likelihood of my real draft producing the same results is slim to none. Oh well *fingers crossed*.
The boys in my league are betting for me to lose. I may not be a football expert (yet), but I’m a fast learner, a phenomenal studier, and I’ll sucker punch you in the balls before I’ll ever willingly take a loss.
My notes are ready. My computer is ready. BRING IT THE F ON.


(photo credit: NY Times)

