Your anal retentive boss who doesn’t know how to make a decision without calling a work place team time out to discuss it, he too has a team. HOW DO I STILL MAKE THIS MUCH MONEY?
Back in the day; a bunch of news guys (and one news woman) from West Michigan started something to give our NFL Sundays a little jolt.
That’s when a wiry young producer with a Chicago Cubs hat stepped into our lives. Commissioner Bill, as he is now known, enticed us to join this secret society once governed by pansys with pocket protectors. Commissioner Bill assured us it could work, and would add spice to our mundane lives. This young man of ample energy, and no sex life led us into the great sporting unknown.
Back in the day; starting and running a fantasy league was no easy task. We couldn’t set our line ups electronically. We couldn’t check a box and click. Back in the day; we had to pour through USA TODAY and local papers hoping to get injury reports and possible tid bits of info. Back in the day; when the internet was still an experiment in someone’s basement, and before fantasy football shows aired around the clock, we had to work to satisfy our fantasy fix. Back in the day; before NFL stars diagnosed your line up, and crawls on the ticker, and ESPN NEWS, you had to get off your ass and get serious. I once called the Bears Training Facility to see if a player was injured. That’s sick, huh?
My how things have changed. Now you lay back and have beer intravenously poured into your fantasy football veins. My wife is in a league and her iphone (which i hate by the way) has an annoying doorbell chime every time there is a fantasy football update. Her phone rings so much I wonder if she’s having an affair with Jay Glazer of FOX SPORTS.
This league is special, not like the Olympics, but special because it has tradition and history. We have divisions: Nienhaus & Ashcroft. I never know what the hell these signify, but we have them.