For the past couple of years, my favorite married guy, vtpats, and I have been getting together religiously to watch the Patriots games. Having grown up a Football fan (my love of baseball and the Mets has been a more recent phenomenon), I was excited when he and I started this ritual. Being good friends with his wife too, it gave me an opportunity to have special time with him. Its rare for me to be close friends with both individuals in a couple - usually I'm closer to one or the other. But with vtpats and Lyza - I find myself equally in love with them, and their daughter. Not only do I relish in time together as a group, but individual time with all of them is very important to me.
Hence, football.
At the start of this season, a little over a week before the first game, I got an IM late on a Friday from vtpats asking me to play Fantasy Football. He was starting a small league for beginner fantasy players and needed bodies. I agreed, since he promised to mentor me. The draft was that evening, and luckily I could auto-draft since I (1) already had plans and (b) had no prep work done. I had seen the BeeJ labor for months before his fantasy baseball draft, and even if I had been available for the live draft, I would not have participated. Prep work is key.
My goal was simple: being the only girl in the league I could NOT end up last. Just because I had a vagina, it did not mean I was poor at sports. This was a mathematical situation after all, and I rock at math. Just a numbers game. I could do it.
The first few weeks were fun. I named my team "Skull Pirates" and developed a bad-ass logo to boot. Every week I'd check my team, make any necessary adjustments and check the stats periodically on game days. By week 5 I had won three head-to-head games, including beating vtpats himself! I was on a high, thoroughly in love with Fantasy Football and my seat in the league as #5 out of 10 players.
Then in Week 6 I lost.
Same in Week 7, but this time by a mere two points.
Week 8: Loss.
Oh look, I lost in Week 9. I'm sensing a trend here.
By Weeks 10 and 11 I was so stressed about purchasing my new house and moving that, I have to admit, I ignored my team. So guess what happened? I lost.
We are now in Week 13 and The Fuz is on a 7-game losing streak. I have not won since Week 5 and every time I think about Fantasy Football I want to scream. I despise it; loathe it. And I'm sitting in the #10 spot, a win and 18 points away from the guy sitting in #9 who I openly mocked at the beginning of the season because his playing was so poor. Even worse is that I, so wisely, chose to not read the playoff rules and have only two weeks to reach my goal of getting the heck out of last.
Sigh. I suck. And mostly I tried. I hate failing.
Hence, football.
At the start of this season, a little over a week before the first game, I got an IM late on a Friday from vtpats asking me to play Fantasy Football. He was starting a small league for beginner fantasy players and needed bodies. I agreed, since he promised to mentor me. The draft was that evening, and luckily I could auto-draft since I (1) already had plans and (b) had no prep work done. I had seen the BeeJ labor for months before his fantasy baseball draft, and even if I had been available for the live draft, I would not have participated. Prep work is key.
My goal was simple: being the only girl in the league I could NOT end up last. Just because I had a vagina, it did not mean I was poor at sports. This was a mathematical situation after all, and I rock at math. Just a numbers game. I could do it.
The first few weeks were fun. I named my team "Skull Pirates" and developed a bad-ass logo to boot. Every week I'd check my team, make any necessary adjustments and check the stats periodically on game days. By week 5 I had won three head-to-head games, including beating vtpats himself! I was on a high, thoroughly in love with Fantasy Football and my seat in the league as #5 out of 10 players.
Then in Week 6 I lost.
Same in Week 7, but this time by a mere two points.
Week 8: Loss.
Oh look, I lost in Week 9. I'm sensing a trend here.
By Weeks 10 and 11 I was so stressed about purchasing my new house and moving that, I have to admit, I ignored my team. So guess what happened? I lost.
We are now in Week 13 and The Fuz is on a 7-game losing streak. I have not won since Week 5 and every time I think about Fantasy Football I want to scream. I despise it; loathe it. And I'm sitting in the #10 spot, a win and 18 points away from the guy sitting in #9 who I openly mocked at the beginning of the season because his playing was so poor. Even worse is that I, so wisely, chose to not read the playoff rules and have only two weeks to reach my goal of getting the heck out of last.
Sigh. I suck. And mostly I tried. I hate failing.
