But the fact of the matter is this:
I don’t have fantasies about football. I have no passionate lust to create an all-star team. I have no deep longings to become a GM in the NFL. Actually, I hardly even watch football.
It’s not that I don’t like it or I think it’s evil. I just have other things to do. And I think the other things that I do are more constructive and meaningful than sitting in front of the tube every Sunday or managing a fantasy football team. I mean, if I think about it too long, I begin to wonder if it’s not a completely worthless endeavor all-around. Using five hours a week to check stats, change rosters, and try to predict the future…it sounds like a huge waste of time. And in the end, what do you win? Bragging rights? A jank trophy? Sounds fishy to me.
So here’s my strategy: I usually log on for ten minutes, make sure I don’t have anyone on my starting roster who is hurt or on a bye, then I’m off, done. This might lead you to ask, “Why do it?”
Because it keeps a few relationships intact. I can call up my buddies, give them a hard time about how I’m kicking their butt in fantasy football, then catch up on life and talk about more important things. Fantasy football then, in my mind, is a means to an end.
I’ll end with this: if you’re a fantasy football type-of-guy (or girl), I encourage you to consider your time committment for this season. How much time do you want to devote to your team? Ask your spouse the same question. Then ask yourself why you participate. What purpose does it serve?