Prayers

Last night I was saying prayers with Payton, he still asks for help so I get to decide what he prays for and he repeats what I say: Bless that Payton will sleep well. "Sleep well". Bless that Payton won't be scared. "Not scared". Bless that Payton will stay in his own bed all night and not come get in daddy's bed. "I don't wanna say prayers".

Lost in Fantasy Land

Where have I been you ask? Not sure I want to admit that. Life has been crazy busy lately and I have chosen to make it even busier. Holly keeps saying she is going to take over the blog, which I am all for. It would free up a little more time for my real passion.

What is my real passion you ask? Well I wish it was something exciting like rock climbing or spelunking or wake boarding. Or something useful like making cheeseballs or leatherwork. No, I have chosen as my official new passion Fantasy Football (I'll refer to it as FF from here on out because I can't spare the time to type it, I am missing some FF update right now just to tell you why I haven't been blogging).

Let me forewarn you. The following may depress you. It may make you pity me. If you have a weak stomach or are feeling especially emotional today, hit the back button now.

In case you don't know, FF is a real sport. Despite it's name it is not fantasy, it is real. As real a sport as curling anyway. Here's the cliff note version of how it works: I draft individual players and each week I start the players I think will have the best individual statistics possible. I am playing against a guy (or girl) who is doing the same. In the end, add up the points scored by each fantasy team, most points win.

Sounds simple right? Wrong. This is a part-time job. I know more useless football information than any right minded person should ever know. I know the sleepers of the week before the fantasy experts announce them in the hundreds of articles and videos I read and watch during that week. But even so, I read them and watch them anyway.

Not convinced? Read on.

Everyone who knows me knows I love the Bears. Heck my only son is named after the late, great Sweetness. I have a Mike Ditka signed napkin framed and displayed in my office (Heather you are still my favorite btw). And... do you need more proof? I still daydream about the Fridge poster with William Perry and his gappy-toothed grin I lost 10 years ago.

So when I started playing FF, my friend who got me into it tells me that at some point I will root against the Bears if it means winning my FF game for the week. I told him there was no way in hell I would ever root against the Bears and I asked him to leave. It happened two weeks later. Now I am almost to the point of not even caring how the Bears are doing (not too bad all things considered by the way, and if by some twist of fate you read this Lovie: Sexy Rexy sucks, the bench is too good for him, at least charge him admission to watch the game). So maybe I still do care, but they are a mere after thought to my FF team.

And you know what? I have never enjoyed pro football more than I have this year. See you after the season is over. =)