It has finally happened to me. I resisted for years, but I've finally been overcome by the lure of fantasy football. I still have no interest in NFL fantasy, but my college teams are more than enough to occupy way, way too much of my time; more time than I could ever justify spending on sports during the week. The first sign of trouble was shortly after my first draft some weeks ago. It was such an exhilirating experience that I immediately signed up for two more public leagues just so I could do two more drafts. I now spend at least an hour each day - and often much more - micromanaging my squads to an absurd extent. Trades, signing free agents, researching matchups - these things will almost certainly lead to my eventual ruin. Losing my job and my girlfriend over this are turning into real possibilities. Well, perhaps that's a slight exaggeration, but it definitely pisses my girlfriend off; and the sick part is that I have no defense. I freely admit that I have a problem, how could I not? Do they have fantasy sports rehab? Are there twelve steps I can follow? I may have to turn to alcohol to break away from my fantasy leagues much like alcoholics sometimes rely on cigarettes to help them stop drinking. Twenty years from now when I am a broken shell of a man standing on a street corner, I will remember this moment in time as the point where it all began to unravel.
-T
One day at work I was thinking about available players in my NFL fantasy leagues when I noticed a female coworker cruising a celebrity gossip site and immediately thought worse of her. Then I realized what I was doing.
Posted by: Jeff | September 11, 2007 at 10:32 PM