OK y'all, so it's time for some football (YAY!!). In fact, in case you missed it (and Lord knows I did), the first NFL exhibition game took place this past Sunday night. Washington beat Indianapolis 30-21 in a game that was notable only for the number of players who will be driving beer trucks by this time next month. Ah, but I digress...
'Tis the season for the obligatory annual "anyone up for some fantasy football?" email that's been floating around my office. For the life of me, I can't begin to understand the appeal of fantasy football. No matter how much I try to wrap my head around the concept, fantasy football still seems like the athletic equivalent of mental masturbation. A couple of years ago, I actually signed up for a league at work just to shut up my coworkers. I set my roster before Opening Weekend...and then didn't do squat for the rest of the season. For all I knew, 3/4 of my starting lineup could have been busted for possessing child porn or on the injured list. Despite my studied and deliberate inattention, I still managed to finish 8-8, thus proving to myself that any activity where mediocrity results from inactivity and inattention is...well, rather pointless, actually.
Don't get me wrong. I LOVE football. I just can't see how "fantasy" and "football" belong in the same sentence. To my way of thinking, "fantasy" should be closely followed by "Swedish Bikini Team" and "massage oil". Fantasy football (or fantasy ANY sport, for that matter) just leaves me cold. If I watch a football game, I want to watch if for the drama of the game, not because I'm starting one team's defense and their quarterback on my fantasy team.
That said, though, I can hardly wait for fantasy engineering season.... I have a few civil engineers who are poised to have BIG years.
