Husband is playing fantasy football for the first time since I've known him (although apparently his life "before Wife" did involve this faux sport). I don't really understand how it works, or why a person would want to play this, but I'm sure it's similar to my desire to blog and read blogs...or something like that. He's always teased me about the fine arts camps I attended in high school. Well, after watching him go through his "draft" tonight, I gotta say...this might be dorkier than band camp!
Then again, I was called out for calling soccer team tryouts "auditions" earlier today. Same thing, isn't it?
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what until it gets going. mornings jumping up picking whos going to play. checking a mill times a day on their players!!! you have no idea.
My husband attended a fantasy draft party with a bunch of other nutty boys who did all kinds of research, had draft papers and computers...I don't get it either. My friend is famous for reminding her husband, "You do know this isn't real, right?" But I figure my guy deserves some fun after all the hard work he does for us. All work and no play makes Thomas a dull boy.
p.s. Your post yesterday didn't get me started in all my swirly thinking. I was already there, but I thought it was interesting that we were thinking in the same direction.
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