When reality fails, there's always fantasy
The line between reality and fantasy can be fuzzy at best for some people. I can say I am one of those who borders on reasonable, at least when it comes to football.
With two weeks of football in the books I’ve come to realized something. Thank Bill Walsh for the NFL. No, Walsh didn’t invent the game. He may have invented the West Coast offense. OK, so maybe he did reinvent the game. But what I mean is I am thankful for pro football.
Let me put on my fire suit right quick before I say this. OK all zipped up. I love the NFL and here’s why. Fantasy football. Well, really I’ve been a fan for close to 30 years (even though I’m a salty 35), but believe it or not, this is the first year I’ve played make believe football and I love it.
I know this is college football country and that’s cool and all, but I just can’t get into watching your favorite team lose a game then have virtually no shot at a championship. Not to mention, I enjoy watching quarterbacks sling the ball all over the field and that just doesn’t happen very often in college, at least not east of the Rocky Mountains. Back in the day when Georgia had Eric Zeier, Tennessee had Peyton Manning and Florida had, well it didn’t matter when Steve Spurrier was the coach because he’d throw the ball with anyone, you would see some high-powered passing games. But watching Auburn take down Mississippi State 3-2 just doesn’t do a whole lot for me.
Fantasy football does wonders for your Sunday television experience. I try and stick around the house as much as possible simply because I’m afraid that by just walking out my front door, money will fly out of my pocket and vanish the way of the dodo bird. I don’t need that. I don’t