If You Can’t Beat Them, Join Them

Posted by Big Daddy Paul in Amy and Me

I love fantasy football.  I love fantasy football more than I love my cat.  If fantasy football asked me to the prom, I would say yes, even if I were a senior and it were a freshman.  Sometimes, when I am with fantasy football late at night, I make eyes at its naughty parts.  I have a problem.

Our marriage used to be strained by fantasy football (not because of the naughty parts though!).  I spend Sundays at a sports pub watching all the games.  I obsess about trade proposals.  I lose sleep.  Amy, at first thought all this was funny.  When she realized that it happens every week of the football season, she got concerned.  She never got hostile, but occasionally she would make her true feelings known, feelings that I didn’t necessarily find flattering.  (I do not, under any circumstances, like being called a loser!)  After some time, she started to root against me, hoping that an early elimination would return me to my normal self. Sadly, I am usually not eliminated until quite late in the season, meaning I am a sick little man from September to December.

When I sensed her uneasiness, I tried to incorporate her on my team to A) make her feel like my team was our team, and B) stop rooting against me.  I would consult her on trades and ask for her suggestions on which players to use.  She gave me feedback and we became somewhat of a team.  The problem was that the advice she gave me was absurd, and I would never follow it.  Even so, she didn’t really vest as a true partner and she kept calling it "my losing team," not "our losing team."   She still rooted against me too.

This year was different though.  She has her own fantasy football team!  She manages it every week, talks trash to the other gals in the league, and has to make the same tough decisions that I have had for the past few years.  The kicker is that she actually enjoys it.  She doesn’t really put in the same amount of time (or tears) that I do, but I don’t care.  I don’t know if either of us will win our respective championships, but at least this way we can enjoy an obsession together.  The significance really hit me last night, when we settled down after dinner and watched the Sunday night game.  We were both rooting against the Pittsburgh defense, and I fell in love with my wife all over again. I may have even checked out her naughty parts, but she didn’t notice because she was enjoying a Ben Roethlisberger sack. Yay!

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7 responses to “If You Can’t Beat Them, Join Them”

  1. Amy says:

    Hmm … I think my advice to play Trent Edwards instead of Tom Brady in week 2 worked out pretty nicely for you Mr. Saddy Pants

  2. KC says:

    i just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

  3. Tracy says:

    I guess this is the "if you can't beat them join them" strategy

  4. Big Daddy Paul says:

    KC, get yourself a team. You'll feel better and the big fella will probably give you a little somethin somethin (trade advice).

    Amy, my dad is Mr. Saddy Pants. Please call me saddy pants.

  5. brad says:

    … comment.

  6. Jim says:

    Will try the pulled pork…it was pretty tasty at the Dad’s group a couple months ago

  7. I suggest Everett and Jones BBQ sauce. That is, until you start making your own sauce (which is totally easy to do). Long live the pig!

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