I have often wondered why most women don't like to watch sports. When football season rolls around, I throw on my Browns gear and I frustratingly watch them fumble, run stupid plays, and pick up terrible players. So this year, instead of being disappointed, I decided to take control and pick my own team . . . that's right, I'm talking about Fantasy Football.
Now that it's about half way through the season, I wanted to share what I've learned.
1. After my second week in which I had lost again . . . I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Sunday by bawling my eyes out because Joe Flacco is a dingus. Afterward, I felt really stupid that I got so emotional.
2. In my third week, I learned how to make my first trade. I traded Flacco for Cutler and then watched as Cutler got sacked 9 times in the first half and ended with -1 points. When I lost, I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Sunday bawling my eyes out because the Bears offensive line are a bunch of dinguses. Afterward, I felt really stupid that I got so emotional.
3. Approaching my seventh week (my record 2 and 4) I worked all day to make a trade with Preston, my little brother. When he finally agreed to the trade I felt like a had twisted his arm and ruined our relationship. I shouted out in the middle of the Hale Center Theatre that I can't take this stupid fantasy football. On the drive home from the Theatre I cried. Yep, I ruined my entire Thursday . . . (okay, by now you know the drill.)
4. And finally, I was offered a really crappy trade from the number one player in our league and I declined. Afterward, I felt really bad that I might have hurt his feelings so . . . yep, I cried, yada yada yada, pathetic!!
I've realized this is why women don't generally watch sports. I yell and scream at the computer screen, television, my husband, ect. when the stupid men in tight spandex don't listen to what I'm saying. I mean, they totally seem to ignore me . . . URRR. Then, it never fails, I cry. Maybe I should attend the ballet more . . .
