Is there anything better than Fantasy Football? I seriously doubt it.
I know Fantasy leagues are a touchy subject--you either love them or you hate them--but I just got a new reason to love them today. So for those of you who aren't on board yet, let me tell you this somewhat hilarious story and maybe I can change your minds.
At the beginning of the season I was approached by several social groups of which I am a part and they all wanted to talk about one thing: Fantasy Football. I gave my support time after time, and I soon found myself in 4 leagues--a friend league, two work leagues and a league made up of guys from the Creed fan club.
What can I say? I get emotional every time I hear "With Arms Wide Open."
Anyway, I drafted all my players, set my roster and eagerly awaited the season opener.
Then I got one more phone call.
It was another co-worker. "Hey Adam, you want to join our fantasy football league?"
I'm a people pleaser, guys, so I said yes even though I knew I was already stretching myself a little thin.
A few days later I was notified of my new league's draft, and I drug my feet through the whole process. I was the constant subject of reminder emails, phone calls and texts: "Dude- it's your turn in the draft. Hurry up."
I finally became so un-reachable that the commissioner of my newest league ended up making the rest of my picks for me. I didn't mind--I already had David Garrard.
The season started and I was quickly reduced to only being interested in one league: the one I had started with my outside-of-work friends. I paid close attention to free agents, waivers and trades, and I put together a respectable season. I think I ended up third or fourth.
Meanwhile I kept deleting all the league standings and update emails from every other league. I didn't really care.
It wasn't until after the season ended that I had an interesting conversation with one of my co-workers, the one that invited me to play in that fifth league.
"You know you won our league, right?" he said.
"The fantasy football league. You won the championship. You beat me in the championship game. I was the No. 1 seed, I had won 10 straight and you came in and beat me."
"Yeah. Congratulations you (expletive deleted)."
You like apples? Well how do you like them apples? I can finally call myself a fantasy football champion, and I literally never made one move during the entire season in that league. I never used the bench, I didn't add or drop any players. My rag-tag bunch of fatasizers came out every week, played their heart out and brought me home a championship.
Well done men.
And to add sweet prize to sweet victory, today I got an email from EA Sports (in which our league was hosted), congratulating me for my league victory. It also contained a promo code for $25 off the EA Store.
Not sure yet what I'll buy. Maybe I'll pick up Madden Football and start training for Madden Nation.
One thing I do know, though: I'm a fantasy football lifer.
I have been advised to clarify one item: I am not now, nor will I ever be in a Creed fan club. That is all.