Draft Day!

Day 254:

One of the things I've been consistent with through generally the same group of friends, many of them since high-school, is Fantasy Football, Boy'O.  It's no secret that some of my fondest memories of my childhood were either playing or watching football... And on Sundays in specific, my Dad, your Pop-Pop, would have me set up right along side of him as we watched the Washington Redskins, the Houston Oilers, or the Chicago Bears.  You see, back in those days you could only see the game that was on in your local market, so naturally you became a fan of that team.  Though being born in Washington DC, the Redskins were always Number 1.

None the less, professional football going back as far as the 1970s was always my favorite game, Son.  Where it's true the game has changed so much, what with modern day personalities being both celebrated and exploited through social media and the like, it seems the players for the most part have lost their sense of pride and in many cases only do what they do for the almighty green-back.  And of course this is in part to free-agency, which I'll explain to you the first time you ask me why your favorite player from our Redskins has up and moved to play for a division rival.  Nonsensical and unnatural, but I digress...

Yes Boy'O, the game has changed so much, though with those changes came the advent of Fantasy Football!  A silly competition where by 12 guys go through all the players in the NFL and select which ones they want based on the merit of their play.  Throw in a scoring system and a couple of bucks to keep it interesting, and BOOM!  Fantasy Football.  It's addicting to the point of sickness, Son, and truth be told it flat out annoys me at times.  Though still, it keeps me in touch with a group of friends I would have otherwise lost touch with through the trials of adulthood, so it does have some merits.  In fact, at one time I was in 8 leagues!  It took FAR more time than it was worth and so I've gradually twiddled it down to only one.  That league we call the "All-Stars", and the action for the league begins tonight at our place!

I'm having the guys to the house tonight to go through the draft, drink a few beers, and talk some smack.  Of course, more than anything though, they all want to meet YOU!  And so tonight is their chance...  Yes Boy'O, it's guy food, cold brews, and old school camaraderie the likes of teenagers that would make most adult women simply roll their eyes and affirm how absolutely simple we guys are.   But it is fun and I am looking forward to getting lost in it for a few hours.

That said, I'll sign off, Son.  Gotta go and pick you up to get home and get preppin'...  For tonight, let the testosterone roll...........

I love you, Son.  So much.
-Dad