THE F WORD

No, not that F word. Football was the one I was referring to. It is that time of year again and every Monday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday (did I get the days right? cause it feels like EVERYDAY) if you enter the football stadium that is our house you will hear yelling, screaming and various words that we teach our children NOT to say.  The television is tuned to screams football. complete with the big screen, wolfer and surround sound so you get the full effect. just like in the stadium. all day. all night. game after game. after game.

That I can handle... for the most part.

Now for the other F word. Nooo, not that one. Fantasy. or Fake. As much as I like football... pre kids I could actually sit and watch a game... maybe have a few beers while I watch.... I have never understood the fantasy thing. Every year, for years hubby and a group of friends get together and pretend they own a NFL team. They have questionable names for their teams such as "Skillachi di Mar", "Gorilla Monsoon", "Merciless Zachammer" and "Jieux Redux". I could go on....  how about... "Mudcat's Pubic Opus".  I know. dont ask. They jockey for players from real teams to be on their fake teams to compete against each other each week in their fake football world.

A few days ago, hubby announced it was time.  He grabbed a beer and headed to the office to get ready for the fake draft only to return a few minutes later announcing he had the date wrong. Turns out he was overanxious to compile his fake team. Not to worry preseason is just heating up and this season is going to be a good one.  Soon enough he will be locked down with his buddies, computers in hand, stadium noise at ear deafening decibels where trades will be made, stats will be compiled and trash talk will fly.  Sure, in the end there is a significant money pot for the winner. But the true win lies in the victory itself. One of them will gain the rights to thump their chest and gloat for the next several months.

Until next season...
when it starts all over again.
~SOS~