Well, it's that time of year again. Get all of your buddies together, make up "drafts" that no one outside of the 10 of you could give two sh*ts about, and then get drunk... Because that's what it's all about anyways.
I guess my only issue with Fantasy Football is that the same a-holes playing it are the guys who were picking on kids for playing fantasy games back in High School... yet as grown men, they draft (covet) men who "penetrate" defenses in an attempt to "score."
Yeah...
Nothing wrong with that, but every year I walk into some corner bar and see THAT group of guys. All wearing their favorite player's jersey. All holding a list of potential draft picks. The celebrating and hugging reminds me of a group of Brokeback Mountain casting rejects. "Wooo Hoo... I got Adrian Peterson!" Um... OK?
Did I mention these drafts last a few hours? So if you walk into a bar and start hearing "Michael Turner is a beast!!! I'm gonna totally kill you with his stat line..." or "Ladanian Tomlinson sucks.." ...Both funny coming from someone who spends 9 hours a day in a cube and is probably married to a woman that could play lineman in the NFL... I'd leave that bar, cause it ain't ending anytime soon
Oh shit, it's 5:30... gotta run to my draft.
Later.
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