Fantasy Football

Every year about this time as myself and my puppy flee our humble abode to escape the onslaught of serious men coming with their football magazines and their secret strategies to concur the world of Fantasy Football, but before we can make our escape we hear about it for three to five weeks before every day of every minute accept when he is working or building something. 

The countdown begins where will he place. Where will his buddies place? Who will be victorious. 

Much like these two eager players they come ready to take on the Draft Party and find out the number they will pull. This year that faithful number came the weekend before with myself hiding from the camera as the draft lineup was picked and videoed to show that he is not cheating. 

HIS NUMBER IS IN, THE PHONE CALLS BEGIN
He must have cheated to get such a good number. The shit talking has started. Even though we get to leave, my puppy and I, during the initial Draft Party we are still here as week after week the bundle of nerves paces in front of the TV.

SOME NIGHTS HE LOOKS LIKE THIS

SOME NIGHTS HE LOOKS LIKE THIS 

BUT IT'S ALWAYS STRESSFUL

There are weeks of this emotional roller coaster where he asks which player he should play and then plays the other. Agonizing over his decisions and re-thinking what he should have done instead and then every minute of the football game which is just not even fun for him to watch because of the constant up and down point system, and his opponent is getting the upper hand.

Bragging rights for a year, money, saving face, its all on the line... 

The spouse deals with the Fantasy as much as the man does because its all we hear about, its all they think about, and it starts way before August.