Music to the ears of men around the country and nails on a chalkboard to the ears of their female counterparts: Fantasy Football season is BACK! (yes, ladies, I know a number of you out there are knee-deep in fantasy too, so kindly disregard the previous comment– and give me a call! ).
Fantasy Football means a few things, and here they are in no particular order:
- Sundays are no longer your own. They belong to the commentators and ESPN analysts whose word has become scripture since you signed up for your league(s). Anything to get an edge. Who’s in, who’s out, whose wife just had a baby and won’t be playing this week, who has the ever-dreaded “turf toe”? You can answer all of these questions.
- You have become a veritable sous chef of appetizers. Nachos grandes, pigs in blankets, queso, salsa, 7-layer dip, buffalo this, sweet and sour that… whatever it is, you can make it. Is it good? Eh…. who cares?!
- What used to be a passive affinity for the game had turned into an unbridled love affair. You will put your work aside to pick up someone on the waiver wire. You will threaten physical harm on opposing team owners when they take your pick in the draft. This is war, not a game. Business, not pleasure. Fantasy Football is not for the faint of heart.
In order to be truly prepared for your 16 hours on the couch every Sunday; in order to be fully ready to go for the flipping of the channels, the clicking of the mouse, the yelling and screaming, you need only one thing: a fantasy football t-shirt from Spreadshirt!