I’ve said it before. Football is not my sport — or at least it never was until I started paying closer attention about two years ago, and these days you’re likely to find me in front of a tv with a game on most Sundays.
It’s a steep learning curve, though, for this basketball and hockey girl. I’m still getting the relatively large number of teams, players and positions straight in my head, and I’m just now to the point where I can intuitively identify what I just saw on the field to the point where I can call bullshit on a bad play — my barometer for true understanding, what can I say? Still, given my interest in games and competition in general, you’d think I’d be all about the fantasy leagues I sign up for because my friends tell me to. I’m interested in rankings of just about anything. I’ve been around NFL betting in one way or another all of my life — family and friends with more than just a passing interest in overs and unders, whose mood depended in some way or another on how the games went that weekend. And who doesn’t love an office pool? Fill in the squares, have a basic understanding of points and quarters, and pretend to understand minimal trash talk. Experience instant belongingness and possible cash money — what’t not to love?

Kevin Kolb is holding it down for the Eagles in Michael Vick's injured absence. I guess I should see if he's on my team.
But fantasy seems complicated to me, a subculture that requires time and attention that I don’t think I have, although I try to conjure it up. Leagues require at least some of focus, a focus that for some reason I lack. I can barely remember to check in on my one piddly league — a basic, auto-draft, “who won and lost” deal. Watching my friends manage full-blown leagues — moving around players based on injuries and past performance, managing full teams and ranking specific positions — makes my head hurt.
And this isn’t just for football. Last year I tried a hockey fantasy league, with astoundingly bad results. I am as keyed into hockey as I can be to a sport. I follow the NHL closely, just apparently not on paper, or a digital pool. Keeping track of 82 games involving approximately one billion players on eleventy teams was too much for me.
But I’m still in this football league, and you’d think I could hang in there for 16 games. Even with all of those players and positions, I can manage this. Maybe I’ll even start reading the fantasy update e-mails from Bleacher Report and ESPN that I’ve been guiltily ignoring.
Who am I kidding? I need to aim low, which is to say that maybe I’ll actually log in and see how I’m doing, so I can see what my competition is complaining or gloating about, depending on the week. Or maybe, knowing me, I’ll just grab another beer and watch the game. Is that so wrong?

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