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.