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| This is LeSean McCoy's "I'm not on the Eagles anymore, so you probably shouldn't draft me" face. |
Here’s a shocker - I’m a 26-year old male sports fan, and I love fantasy football.
The last two weeks of August every year involve me registering anywhere from 8-10 teams (most of them just to prepare for the 3 leagues that I actually care about) and three times as many mock drafts and auctions. I can’t get enough. There was a year I actually had to register new email accounts in order to register new ESPN.com accounts in order to register more than 10 fantasy teams.
But it’s infuriating. I love fantasy football, but I hate it. Or maybe I love to hate it. Or maybe I hate how much I love it. One way or the other, nothing causes me as much hair-splitting, teeth-mashing frustration on a weekly basis than fantasy football. For years I thought Amani Toomer had a personal vendetta against me - he had an uncanny ability to score meaningless touchdowns in Week 12-14 to hose me out of a playoff spot. I think he did it in three straight seasons (including one even after he retired, somehow). In five of the last 10 seasons, I’ve had a first-round pick in one of the two or three “serious” leagues suffer a season-ending injury or incident in the first half of the season or totally fall off a cliff for reasons unexplained (Daunte Culpepper, Tom Brady, Maurice Jones-Drew, Jamaal Charles, Adrian Peterson) and totally ruin my season. But I keep coming back. And so here I am.
