If you play Fantasy Football like me then you have to check out this story.
I used to root for great teams, great players, great plays. Now I jump out of my recliner and pump my fist whenever T.J. Duckett scores on a 1-yard plunge. I used to be more interested in watching the game itself. Now I sit in a daze watching the individual stats scroll by on ESPN2.
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but my life has passed through an imperceptible pivot where fantasy football ceased becoming a diversion and became a necessity. Checking the injury report two and three times a day became routine. Then the daily harassing e-mails to a co-worker, trying to browbeat him into dealing LaDainian Tomlinson. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wondering whether to start Trent Green or Aaron Brooks.
My name is Mike, and I am a fantasy-holic.