As I sit here staring at my fantasy baseball team, I can’t help but think – damn, was I THIS lost and ridiculously confused when I started fantasy football? Imma go with NO, not so much. Being raised in Texas is synonymous with being raised on football. So even though I had a lot of learning to do when it came to playing fantasy (and there’s still plenty of room for improvement, but I’m already a mid-level rock star at it, if I do say so), I wasn’t absolutely clueless in the beginning.
Like I am now. With baseball. Basically I feel like…a girl. And I need to make it stop. Right now, it’s a bunch of numbers and letters on a
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webpage…I know that I’m currently winning 5-4, but that means jack monkey. It’s been nine very long years since I took a French class and I can still speak it better than I can fantasy baseball (however, French was my minor…) I’ve challenged myself to crack this. I love a good puzzle…that’s why I like playing (more like co-piloting) the Resident Evil and Silent Hill games, cause there are PUZZLES. I don’t like when I can’t make things work. And work well. Don’t put it past me to show up at the gym each morning with a print out of my roster so I can compare it to what’s being discussed on SportsCenter.
Other than a brief period of thinking I was a Yankees fan in college (don’t hate, I didn’t know any better…and I did get to go to a game in Yankee Stadium, which is more than a lot of you can say!) I’ve really never been into the baseball. In fact, I think we need to take a vote on what our national pastime is…cause it’s now called FOOTBALL. But whatever. I’ll make this work.
Speaking of SportsCenter in the morning – is it just me or do all the female anchors have porn star names? Hannah Storm? Sage Steele? Seriously? On that note, one of these days, I’ll have to discuss my love/hate relationship with the women today in sports journalism.
Congratulations to UNC, since no one saw that coming.
