Let me start this post by saying, I loathe Fantasy Football and things of that nature. Drafts, trades, injuries, touchdowns — I know several males obsessed with checking their stats and even participate in multiple leagues. If I remember correctly, my older brother is one of those people (Ashley, feel free to comment and verify). Chris even had a Dallas Cowboys groom's cake at his wedding. Let's just say his bride was being gracious, although the little football chocolate covered strawberries were adorable!
All of this brings me to one point, I can't imagine being that into something. I love to cook, read, go to the lake and socialize, but it's really the meshing of all those things that makes me who I am. With Fantasy Football — or football in general — men become one-track minded for several months. It makes me wonder, is their anything I enjoy so much that it could become my solitary focus?
However, I am a woman, like most, of contradictions. Enter, Big Brother 11 Fantasy League. Allow me to explain. It's far less complicated than fantasy sports. You simply pick three players, watch the show and check your stats (OK, that sounds a lot like fantasy sports). But it's really rather simple — and more entertaining. Ordinary stats are replaced with a point system based on whether or not someone kisses, gets in the hot tub, gets drunk, wins a competition and so forth.
This wouldn't be worth mentioning if it weren't for the fact that I adore Big Brother, while Ty hates it. We recorded Sunday's show, and I begged him to watch it last night. It didn't take much. After all, he owed me for sitting through all those episodes of "Ice Road Truckers." He sat patiently watching as I interjected my opinions about the players' strategies and slip-ups. About halfway through the show, I thought, "My behavior is probably annoying right now."
Could it be that I've become the thing I loathe the most? A Fantasy Freak?
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