About 4 months ago my boyfriend asked me (I think it was more of a rhetorical question) what his fantasy football team name should be. Yes, the pre-planning began FOUR months ago! This is how early a fantasy footballer beings to think of the ever crucial "team name".
This is what I have learned about the team name selection process. There are several approaches one can take; there is the intimidating name, the "pop culture references" name, or the "showing affection for a certain team/player" name. Above all its needs to be a witty, play-on-words. I also learned that there is little room for maturity when it comes to selecting the name of your fantasy football team.
The name boyfriend came up with was a combo of 45% love for his all time favorite team, The Denver Broncos and 65% 12-year-old boy humor. The name he ultimately decided on...
"Upper Decker"
If you don't know what this saying means, you can Google search it (I can't bring myself to explaining it), although I do not encourage it. The Decker part is correspond with the wide receiver of the Broncos, Eric Decker, who I STRONGLY encourage Google searching (meeeeooowww)!
I also learned another fun fact about my boyfriend's league and their team names. The last place loser of the previous year's season does NOT get to pick their team's name. Part of their "punishment" is whoever they are playing each week gets to assign their name. Meaning, if you are playing last year's biggest loser, you get to come up with their name for that week. I'm sure you can imagine how lovely, not offensive, and politically correct these names are. This week's name for that poor guy who finished last in 2011 (and for his dignity, shall remain nameless) is "Second Mile Tight Ends".
Other names from "the league" include:
Lochte Be Booty Grazin'
Thunder Gun Express
Team Newb Domination
What Made Isaac Redman Red
Mr. Potato Head
This Should be a Brees
Love Me Some Man on Manningham
Romosexual Repeat
This may be the only appropriate time to cheer, "GO UPPER DECKER!"
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Pre-Season
I have no idea what to expect this approaching fall season. In the, autumn meant trees changing colors, pumpkin spiced lattes at Starbucks, and tying to make last year's over sized sweater I "just had to have" work in my wardrobe. However, this year is a little different. This year I am in a committed relationship with an amazing guy, who happens to be in a committed relationship with a fantasy football league.
These are my confessions of a fantasy football girlfriend.
Since these are uncharted waters from me, I looked for advice from my best friend, who has been through the tough NFL times several years now. Her husband is actually in the same league as my dearly beloved. Her report to me on "the league" and its reflect on the significant others was, well, not so uplifting.
For those of you unfamiliar with Fantasy Football, let me give you a quick break down. It is a bunch of dudes pretending to be managers of a pseudo football team. There is a points system, a draft, player trades, and roster building. Basically, it is the nerdiest thing sports loving guys can do.
The league that my boyfriend is in had their draft this last weekend. I thought ok, cool, so you guys are just going to get together one night after work and pick a bunch of NFL jocks to be on your "team" (without any of these players' consent, I might add). But, noooooo. I was already under estimating the intensity of this league. Their plan consisted of using all three days of Labor Day Weekend to exclude themselves in a cabin far, far away (ok, only a two hour drive with no traffic). So with draft fact magazines, laptops, and enough beer to bring back memories of college house parties, the boys quickly parted ways with the girlfriends and sped off to fantasy football land.
What exactly happened that weekend at the cabin, I may never know. And possibly, will never care to know. All I do know is that Boyfriend returned, hungover and happy with his team.
I have always considered myself a sports fan. I particularly enjoy football and have found myself watching NFL on Sunday to my own free will. So how bad can this whole situation really be? With the season kicking off this Wednesday, we will soon to find out.
These are my confessions of a fantasy football girlfriend.
Since these are uncharted waters from me, I looked for advice from my best friend, who has been through the tough NFL times several years now. Her husband is actually in the same league as my dearly beloved. Her report to me on "the league" and its reflect on the significant others was, well, not so uplifting.
For those of you unfamiliar with Fantasy Football, let me give you a quick break down. It is a bunch of dudes pretending to be managers of a pseudo football team. There is a points system, a draft, player trades, and roster building. Basically, it is the nerdiest thing sports loving guys can do.
The league that my boyfriend is in had their draft this last weekend. I thought ok, cool, so you guys are just going to get together one night after work and pick a bunch of NFL jocks to be on your "team" (without any of these players' consent, I might add). But, noooooo. I was already under estimating the intensity of this league. Their plan consisted of using all three days of Labor Day Weekend to exclude themselves in a cabin far, far away (ok, only a two hour drive with no traffic). So with draft fact magazines, laptops, and enough beer to bring back memories of college house parties, the boys quickly parted ways with the girlfriends and sped off to fantasy football land.
What exactly happened that weekend at the cabin, I may never know. And possibly, will never care to know. All I do know is that Boyfriend returned, hungover and happy with his team.
I have always considered myself a sports fan. I particularly enjoy football and have found myself watching NFL on Sunday to my own free will. So how bad can this whole situation really be? With the season kicking off this Wednesday, we will soon to find out.
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