Musings from the CU Suite

Oct 20, 2015

Fantasy Football

Written by Anthony Demangone

I am the proud owner of a fantasy football team. 

We are dreadful. My quarterbacks own half a good arm between them. My receivers are more fragile than farm fresh eggs. My defense only seems to get in the way of my good mood.

And I'm fine with that.

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It is fantasy football. It is nothing more than an excuse to trade passive aggressive emails with my fellow neighborhood ne'er do wells.

Some folks, I understand, take the whole "fantasy" thing quite seriously. Books are purchased. Websites are scanned. Decisions are made in the wee hours of the morning.  

And I'm fine with that. 

People need hobbies - outlets that take them away from the daily grind and worldly stresses. 

But at the end of the day, each of us has our own little fantasy team that we direct. I'm not talking about our careers. I'm talking about our lives. 

How many books do we purchase? Websites do we scan? Decisions do we make in the wee hours of the morning?

How many of these things do we do to improve our lives?

Because here's the thing.

There's no next season.

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