I thought I was through with fantasy football about 11 years ago. Nothing like being in a room full of other guys, beer, snuff and various noxious odors to make me think there was somewhere else I really should be, because by now, she’s probably very mad at me.
So now, I’m in not one, not two but maybe as many as three different fantasy football leagues.
What I enjoy most about it is the draft. I love the preparation — slotting guys by round, slotting positions, figuring out when to take the best available players in a certain position. I don’t trade. I don’t have time to sit there and figure out who I can try to fleece in a deal, because most of them someone is offering you a swap, they want to exchange their lemons for your mint conditions. Nope.
I went so far last year as to create spreadsheets for one of my draft nights. I have someone who bankrolls the team — my job is to be the general manager and assess draft picks.
That’s the money league. My other two will be for fun. If you can call it that. But as long as I have a pen and a pad to work with at the draft, I’ll be dangerous.