It’s fall… and fantasy football time (GROAN)

Fall is definitely my favorite time of year. Always has been. I love the crisp weather, the fall leaves, the excitement in the air as school starts up again, chili, sweatshirts and most of all – football season!

In college, I attended just about every single home football game at the UNI-Dome. I loved getting there early as the players were warming up, listening to music, and the feeling you got from watching them run out of the hallway to the sound of the panther growl. (I still get chills thinking about it!) When I moved to California, no one even knew who my beloved Panthers were, and I most certainly wasn’t able to watch them on t.v.

Now that I’m back in Iowa, I’m more of a football fan than ever.  But as much as I love my Panthers, and all football for that matter, my dear husband is killing my joy with a little thing called “Fantasy Football”.

Oh Lord help me, I hate Fantasy Football, and I’ve got a laundry list of reasons why:

1) He refuses to like and follow just one team. Football is a sport of loyalty. You’re supposed to have your favorite team and follow them with a crazy, lunatic-esque dedication. With fantasy football, you have players from multiple teams on your “fantasy team”, so while I’m trying to watch my Cowboys play (Tony Romo and Miles Austin – easy on the eyes AND good at football!), my husband is flipping to the worst games (Detroit vs. Oakland? Who gives a shit?) to watch his obscure wide receiver make one reception to get 5 points or something. Dumb.

2) I don’t exist on Sundays any more. Seriously. It’s like I’m invisible. I could be covered only in $100 bills and he wouldn’t even give me a sidelong glance. I might get a few words of conversation in during commercial, but usually that time is reserved for checking the computer stats (which means the t.v. AND the computer are monopolized the entire day – double whammy!)

3) He spends the majority of his time talking mad shit to his friends. They are like little tween-aged boys (no offense, honey, I love you. But you are). They email, call each other, text each other all day week long. To say it is mildly annoying would be a bit of an understatement.

4) Lastly, I hate it because… I am a little jealous. Ok, I’ll admit it – a lot jealous. I like football too! I just don’t know enough to justify having a fantasy team, although I do have to say I TOLD Corey Miles Austin would be a star last year after watching Hard Knocks (and guess who has him on his fantasy team this year? You guessed it…). I’ve already threatened to start my own “girls league” (the guys got a HUGE kick out of that). Plus, I genuinely enjoy hanging out with my husband. And stupid fantasy takes him away from me one day a week (pouting).

In summary – I do really dislike fantasy football and I’m just too darn lazy to do all the research that goes into having your own team and actually being good at it. And I know how much it makes my hubby happy. I just keep telling myself, it could be worse – he could be into video games. (That is something that is most certainly NOT happening!) And maybe while he is watching football on Sunday, I can sneak out and do some shopping… he’ll never know I was gone… or see me come home with bags (I’m invisible, remember?) :)