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Can you live the fantasy life?

For the past several years my oldest son has been begging me to join a fantasy football league with him.

At seven, he was stoked on the idea but was more interested in memorizing his football cards and creating “fantasy” teams with them. He could have cared less to watch any football much less sit through an entire game.

At eight he was still juiced on the idea and, by now, a budding Chris Berman chock full of facts and stats gleaned from his 6am viewings of SportsCenter as well as phrases like, “He. Could. Go. All. The. Way,” and “Rumblin’, bumblin’, stumblin'” now part of his vocabulary.

Last season, at nine, we broke down and joined a team that was part of SIKids. It was pretty one dimensional and we both lost interest at about week four.

This year we took part in a basic ESPN league, and as you can see by the photo, the kid is jazzed.

“Can we set up your lap top and geek out on scores?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said.

Suddenly a Giants/Panthers game is worth watching because we have Hakeem Hicks; a Chargers game worthy of his attention because we have not only Philip Rivers but Antonio Gates as well. It has opened up a whole new father/son relationship, one that is not just about homework, video games, skateboarding or soccer. It is now one about trades and player management; about whether or not a player on the roster is listed as probable, or who has to face the Jets defense.

It has renewed my interest in professional football and has me seeing my son in a whole new light.