Clowns to the Left of Me, Jokers to the Right

The internet is divided.  There are sides and opinions and ignorance and bits of slime and slander.  People say stupid shit and things they can't take back.  Feelings are hurt and friendships are lost.  Then there is the matter of money.

It is a war and one side points and laughs in their homes made from glass and the other side scurries, builds and plans.  They are working together, an army of many, and they are drafting.

Hello, my name is Whit and I play Fantasy Football. 

Some people mock it and some people have mock drafts.  And some people are going to kick your ass with their elite corp of receivers.  Some people might be me.  Believe it.

Those that don't understand the appeal of Fantasy Football don't understand Fantasy Football period.  It's not a bunch of geeks living vicariously through the Tom Bradys of the world.  It's a bunch of geeks living vicariously through the Tom Bradys of the world and talking shit about it- and sometimes losing lots and lots of money. 

I love football. Period.  Every Sunday is Christmas.  The wings are like presents, the chips are like fruitcake and the beer is our cheer.  Santa wears shoulder pads and anyone on the other team is getting lumped like coal.  Also, cheerleaders.

The game is on.  Why not take it up a notch and have a real investment beyond the mere appreciation of it?  Why not stress over yards and scream over missed tackles like they actually matter?  And so can you!  That 9-yard run? One more yard and you would have won the game and now Peterson is dead to you.  As such you should probably trade him.  To me.

Fantasy Football is not about the fantasy so much as the football.  There aren't any 12-sided dice involved.  There is just a Sunday full of sport and an internet full of smack and often the two shall meet.

Mark Twain said it best, "People that play Fantasy Football and people that don't feel sorry for each other."

Mark Twain went 8-6 in our league last year. He took fourth.  Sucker.