I don’t EVER blog on Sundays… but technically it’s still Saturday.
I’m not athletic, nor have I ever been. The only sport I participated in during my younger days was track and field and I only joined the team because of my then-boyfriend. I’m the type of girl who closes her eyes just before she tries to catch a ball. Keyword is tries. And my husband wants me to tell you I went to band camp as though that is somehow relevant to my lack of athleticism. He best stop looking over my shoulder while I write because it is irritating.
I hate football. Yes. Hate it.
I don’t understand how four seconds of game play and three minutes in between can be entertaining. I won’t pretend to know anything about football except what a touchdown is, but I don’t exactly have any interest in learning more. At least game day food is good.
That being said, I’m playing Fantasy Football this season.
1. I have to watch football games all season anyways. I might as well have a reason to pay attention.
2. My husband is so vocal about his fantasy football teams each season I think I’ve learned a thing or two about how it works.
3. Oh, just because.
Sunday is game day and I feel nervous about it. My team, Little Minions, is up against the 2010 and 2011 league champ. Unfortunately, my Minions are projected to lose. <sadface>
Do I have any clue what I’m doing? Nope.
Do I have any idea who the players are on my team? Nope.
But Fantasy Football is a game about numbers. And I know all my numbers. In fact, my toddler knows the numbers 2 and 4 and occasionally he remembers another number.
I’m not hoping for the championship (although that would be lovely if it actually involved me being awarded with a trophy and jewelry) but a victory or two would be lovely.
Or a victory against my husband when our teams play against one another! Yeah. That’s it!
I’ll let you know in a week or two if I hate football more or less…
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