I joined a Fantasy Football league to make NFL Football with Stephen a little more bearable. I love to spend time with Stephen, but you see, I’m a priss. I love sequins, even my tennis shoes have a little lift (I refer to them as tenni-pumps), and use a NFL game as an excuse to take a nap on a Sunday afternoon. I love Mississippi State college football, but other than that one game a weekend, I would rather do like….anything else.
However, I realized Sunday night as I was clenching my plastic cup so hard I was afraid I would break it and making up crazy lyrics about my quarter back to the Dora the Explorer theme song, and yelling at the television, that I am totally obsessed. Stephen wasn’t even there. I was in Mississippi with my family acting like a lunatic and 100 percent ok with it. To be fair, it was the playoffs, but I was acting like a mental patient after the nurse forgot to hand out the drugs.
And just like that, it was over. The coaches shook hands, the players left the field, and then it was over. 16 weeks of stomach aches, eye-covering, and screaming at the TV were over. This wasn’t The League so I didn’t receive a beach house or the Shivva. It was just over, and I felt very very empty.
So my question is now what? What do I do with my life?
What do I do now that all my hopes and dreams aren’t pinned on Andrew Luck’s kidney…or shoulder…or beard?
What do I do now that Chris Ivory can’t disappoint me every week after giving me such high hopes in the beginning of the season? What do I do now I that I can’t continue to play him knowing he is going to disappoint me.
What do I do?
I guess I will have to leave my house, enjoy the beautiful city I live in, maybe try new some new tv shows. I don’t know. I’ll keep you posted…
Fantasy Football veterans, how do you cope with the end of the season?