Come with me, and you’ll be in a world of pure football imagination.
Yes, now that the lockout is over and the babied millionaires have decided to get along with their billionaire owners, it’s time for the professional football season to begin and, with that, the realm of fantasy football.
Basically, it’s Dungeons and Dragons for sports fans (again, fan is short for fanatic).
You get to become the owner of your very own team (without the billions), drafting real NFL players to your ultimate team of superstars in order to show if you really know your football.
It’s a role playing game using real people as the characters. It’s a choose-your-own adventure based on the successes and failures of Tom Brady or Brandon Jacobs.
In short, it’s one of the most addicting things I have ever been involved in.
I started out as a fantasy baseball freak, but six months of trying to keep up with stats and injuries and who’s hot was just too much of an investment of time. In fantasy football, you can take the whole week off and spend a few minutes on a Saturday picking your lineup and setting your roster.
One of the best parts of the whole spectacle is the draft, a chance for everyone to look at and then belittle your football acumen.
(“You took a kicker in the third round? Why don’t you use your next pick on a cheerleading squad.”)
Then there are the mistakes that you make with your rosters. The first week of last season, I was in a family league with my wife and some of her siblings. She sat Houston Texans running back Arian Foster because she “had never heard of him.” Long story short, he finished with day with something like 250 rushing yards, five or six touchdowns, a few receptions (all worth points in the league), sold five cartons of popcorn and sang the National Anthem. He would have gained her almost 50-60 more points on a week where she lost be three.
Keith Lobdell is the editor of the Valley News. He can be reached at email@example.com