Fantasy Football revisited.....

1,696 active players. 32 teams. 16 weeks of regular season. 4 weeks of preseason. Yes, this is football.

So, if you read my previous blog Fantasy Football and others reason to be annoyed you know how I feel about this season and fantasy football in general.

Before I continue I want to let you know that my first daughter was a scheduled c-section during preseason on Wednesday August 30, 2006. My second daughter was also a scheduled c-section during regular season Wednesday, November 30, 2009. If you know football you know games are not on Wednesday nights. Thank god. I was in the hospital 5 days with both girls. Milford Hospital did not televise night games. Jason stayed home on football nights to watch them.

Anyway, my point is this. We have now been raising our 2 girls during football season for 5 years. 5 years of leaving my husband alone on Sundays. 5 years of Monday night football, Sunday night games, betting accounts and fantasy football. 5 years of running yard stats, passing yard stats, touch downs, interceptions and more. You name it there's a stat on it, and Jason knows it. Unfortunately I usually know them too since he is constantly filling me in on the details. He does this about wiring too - I could care less about either topic.

This year during the season, Jason is renovating our kitchen. This will be the first time in 10 years that he will not be participating in fantasy. WHAT! SERIOUSLY!!! Yes, you heard it here first. I will repeat it for those who know Jason and have either fallen down, are refreshing this page frantically thinking they received it in error, or are reaching for a paper bag to catch their breathe.

HE IS NOT PLAYING FANTASY FOOTBALL THIS YEAR.

Why?

Simply put, he just has too much going on. (those, my friends, are his exact words)

Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled that he isn't doing it. But I have a nagging feeling somehow this will bite me. I have a suspicion in a few weeks when things settle down, this will be turned against me -

I actually feel bad that is he choosing to remain on the sidelines this year. I feel like he will become a kid with his nose pressed against the glass looking in at the party that he wished he was invited to. This is his hobby. Yes it is time consuming. Yes he focuses way to much on it - almost to the point of obsession. But who am I to judge obsessions? I have many.

I just read him a draft of this - I thought I would give him a heads up that I am writing about him. He has a thing about me talking about him to strangers, or really anyone at all about him. His response. "People actually read this dribble?" Yes, they do.

Until tomorrow.....

Audra

P.S. He wanted me to include the fact that I am writing this and he has NOT been fed yet. 

Fantasy football and other reasons to be annoyed....

There are so many things I was thinking about writing about today - favorite sayings of mine and how they relate to most situations, men and how they relate to most situations, last nights swimming lesson and a funny mom I laughed with too loud in the pool. But I think, after this mornings debacle, I will rant about getting my almost 5 year old beautiful daughter Jayden dressed and the hour of hell I go through at least once (sometimes 5 mornings) a week.

Okay....fast forward a whole day - I had started the above yesterday and since I never finished I am assuming you can take a wild guess of how the rest of the day went. I am actually going to switch topics completely, but we will revisit the clothing issue at a later date (possibly tomorrow LOL).

Anyway, I am going to discuss men. I know, totally a topic that has been beaten to death, much like I would like to do to my own man at times.....So like all women (well maybe expect for the Stepford Wives) I complain about my husband A LOT! He doesn't do this, he does too much of that yadda yadda yadda.

The start of August for me means the beginning of a very long, tedious fantasy football season. As soon as Superbowl is over I tend to put the whole affair behind me, much like forgetting how bad childbirth is (not that I know what that is like since I had c-sections, but I hear it is awful) - now I will say that I used to be a HUGE football fan and a fantasy football participant BC. Before Children. For some members of my family who shall remain nameless, Before Children (BC) and After Children (AC) is basically the same - not as much drinking, not as many dinners out, not as many dinners at all, and vacations are certainly less than relaxing. But for me - life was completely altered forever.


Now my husband is an AV guy, if he isn't talking about AV things he is talking about football. Luckily the two topics go hand in hand and we have a TV in almost every room - in the "tool room" we have a 50" hanging on a beam. So when I am looking for him and both he and his laptop are missing I can pretty much safely assume he is in there. Usually watching ESPN. During football season he goes missing quite often and quite often he is discovered there, with drool on his shirt in a trance watching two games on the 50" (thank GOD for picture in picture) and another on his laptop.

This past Sunday it all started - the phone ringing off the hook about football nonsense, the hours upon hours that he spent researching players and football news, the talking to me about these things like I care. After four hours of dedicated research, I ran by him, hair out of whack, makeup dripping down my face, clothes stained with kid stuff, out of breathe and chasing screaming children dripping ice pops everywhere, and said "oh, I forgot how much I love football season". He looked up at me with the blank stare men have perfected and said (this is an exact quote) "Why, because I am reading one article?" Is he kidding me? If it takes him four hours to read one article on football, I should start having my almost 5 year old read it to him - might be quicker and this way at least he could take notes. 

Before I go further down this road I will take a brief minute to say that I am married to a very nice, good guy. He is a wonderful father, a hard worker, pretty easy on the eyes and when there are no children around vieing for our attention we get along very well.

Okay, now that I have given him some credit I will continue.....

With the birth of our second child during football season he did tell me that he was strictly going to concentrate on Patriots games only. How nice. How considerate. The Patriots do however still play 16 regular season games - and as we all know, they do play OTHER teams, so, even though he is only concentrating on the Pats he does still have to do his due diligence regarding the opposing team. Enough said on that.

So my friends, football season is here. My husband has been taken over by it and my patience is already wearing thin. On top of it we are renovating our kitchen starting this weekend. By we I mean he. He is choosing to take on a complete gutting of our kitchen by himself, with all his free time......(giggle giggle)....

See you tomorrow -
Audra