Putting "Fantasy" in Front Doesn't Mean I Should Take Up Sports

This new year has brought with it many new experiences including my first ever participation in a Fantasy Football League. My husband has been kickin' butt in this realm for many, many years. (Between you and me, I love how much he knows about the sport and crush pretty hard when he starts talkin' football.) However, using the term "fantasy" with me always meant a fictional trip through the pages of a book. Not to mention the only sport I know anything about is hockey, and I don't know enough about that to be a power house in any Fantasy Hockey Leagues.

So here I was getting ready for my first ever draft seeking advice from the hubs in hopes of not embarrassing myself. I had an absolute blast at the draft because the league is of all my co-workers many of whom have the same dearth of knowledge about the sport as I do. (Okay, perhaps they actually know more than I do. Seriously, all I know is hockey.) It was fun and exciting waiting for my turn to come to select my next player. I had all my lists ready. I marked off players already chosen. I pulled up the position tiers on my laptop in case I needed them. The casual on-looker might have been fooled into believing I was a pro when really I'm just an overachiever working hard to perform well.

I think at the end of the draft I was graded a B or B-. Hmmm...not my best but better than average! I figured if nothing else I could just adopt the mantra of a coach I knew once who had an under-performing team: JUST BEAT ONE!

Then the first week one of the season happened. And, well, I may have actually let that coach down. One of my players was injured and out before the end of the second quarter. One of my benched players had a remarkable game. My opponent will outscore me by 20 points easily, and I am no where close to being any higher than last place in my league.

Fortunately, I can step back and have a hearty chuckle at my first experience. I did learn a few things and better understand the rantings of my husband when he tracks his own players. I will continue to try my best the rest of the season even though I have a feeling it will follow in the same vein as week one.

In the end, I just need to come to terms with the fact my nose belongs in a book and no part of me belongs in sports.