I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
That TV show “The League”? I love it. I watched most of last season with J when it was on, but there were only a few measly episodes. I don’t particularly like “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia”, maybe it’s one of those things that you have to have been watching since the beginning to truly appreciate it but I love love love “The League”. It’s all about this group of friends and their fantasy football league and I found it pretty hilarious before when I barely watched football so I’m sure this year, now that I’m playing in two leagues, I’ll really love it.
Z, you're probably going to want to stop reading now.
So yeah. Fantasy Football. It’s one of those things that I did for two reasons. A, I have to listen to J wax poetic about stuff like football and Magic: The Gathering (don’t ask, don’t judge, and I’ll spare you the details of how he got my Dad to start playing) and various other guy things… which is fine, I mean, we do have similar interests, but I don’t expect or want us to like all the same things (and he did sit through “Spring Awakening” for me last year, so…) but there are some times, particularly when we’re out with other couple friends or when he’s constantly checking his iPhone during football season that I would like to know what’s going on. Plus, football is just one of those things that I’ve always associated with fall and cool weather and sweaters and, like, being American. I love college ball but seeing as how my own alma maters (UCF and FSU) aren’t doing so well lately (to put it kindly) and I end up rooting for Alabama (Roll Tide!) and UGA (because that bulldog is darn cute), I end up just not watching it. So. To the Pros it is. B, I actually have some female friends now (namely S, JB’s girlfriend) that were also interested in playing so it worked into a nice friendly competition with the boys. Or, at least it started that way.
J and I are actually in two leagues. The “Couples” League that we’re in with S and JB and Dan&Jen. We tried relentlessly to recruit more “couples” or even just another guy and girl but everyone bailed on us, so it’s just the six of us. It actually made it really interesting, because with only six people drafting you end up with true “fantasy” teams that are stacked. I have Peyton Manning and Tony Romo and Antonio Gates and the Jets Defense, and the number one kicker, and Dallas Whats-His-Name the number two tight end, etc. etc. Where was I going with this? Oh. Anyway, the other league we’re in is one that Jimmy cooked up and so it’s a mix of guys and girls, couples and non, people that know what they’re doing and those of us that… don’t. I want to state here that J was totally unhelpful before the couples league draft and he is responsible for drafting my Laser team (I have no idea how Jimmy came up with that name. J is in a whopping and utterly ridiculous SIX leagues, but some of them having really cool themes like Battle of the Bands or the Eighties- I really wanted his team to be “Reaganomics” or the “Fraggle Rockstars” or the “Brat Packers” but he was having none of it. Anyway…) Where was I going with this? Oh. So anyway, the Laser Tag team is not nearly as high scoring as the one in the Couples League and J did draft me some great players, but anyone he drafted that sucks (Ahem, Pierre Garcon) I can blame on him.
Basically though, before and during the draft, J didn’t really help me or explain to me how things worked, or why it was a good idea to pick up so many damn wide receivers or running backs… But now, he has all kinds of advice and opinions. Convenient, huh? Which is funny considering that I won my match-ups in BOTH leagues last week. J says that I’m too competitive. Which is also funny because I think that with girls you can’t be nearly as competitive as I would be if I were playing with all guys, especially since I’m friends with some of these girls. You just can’t smack talk your female friends. They’ll take it too personally. I took it personally when someone said I was too competitive last week. My response to someone thinking I'm too competitive? No one likes a sore loser.