I love football. All my life, I have watched football, played football, and gone to football games. It is safe to say that football is in my blood, my father and brothers are the same way. Lately though, watching the NFL has made me a stressed out upset wreck. This is not because “my team” is doing badly, or because my favorite player got hurt. No, it is from the cancer we call fantasy football.
I started playing fantasy football about five years ago. When I first got into it I thought fantasy football was the greatest thing since sliced bread. Win or lose I had a great time. As the years went by, more and more people started joining leagues and the pressure went up. Nobody wants to lose the one girl in the league that has never watch a game in her life. With all the readily available, mainstream information that is accessible you don’t even need to watch football to play fantasy. A Google search or two, and 10 minutes of ESPN will give you all the information you need. So now leagues are ruled by donkeys. Why? Because you barely have to lift a finger to get information, in fact you don’t even have to look for information; it comes to you via Twitter. Gone are the days people strategizing and actually being students of the game. Welcome to the days of frustrating loses, bad beats, and players of lesser intelligence getting the better of you. Sound familiar poker players?