I started playing fantasy football back in 1991.
I think I am going to stop playing in 2013.
Now, I have made this ‘threat’ many times before, but now, I think I mean it.
Maybe.
It is going to kill me. The stress of playing fantasy football will do it.
I went to bed Monday night up by 26 points and ended up winning by 1.
1 point.
This is not the first time I have had a big lead and come close to losing it. Most times, I do end up losing.
1991, while working at a bar on a Monday night, I was up 11 points and the guy I was playing at Brad Baxter, fullback for the NY Jets.
Brad Baxter’s stats that night: 2 carries, 2 yards and 2 TD’s.
He scored 12 points.
I lost by one.
I punched a wall.
1994, Fred Barnett for the Philadelphia Eagles, scored two TDs in a span of 90 seconds, from Randall Cunningham.
I was up by 15
Lost by 3. In the last 90 seconds.
I broke a rake in the front yard of my house.
2000, up by 1, but Broncos WR Rod Smith converts a two point conversion, on Monday Night Football.
I lost by, you guessed it, a point.
I was working at channel 2 at the time and in my rage, I picked up a trash can, went outside and destroyed it against the wall.
Why?
Because of fantasy football.
And there are numerous other cases where I have lost my mind over this.
Where my BP has gotten higher than Snoop Dogg.
Where I wanted to drive my car into a wall. Or at least, over the guy I am playing in fantasy football.
Why?
Because of fantasy football.
Checking websites, player updates, injury reports, etc, nearly 24 hours a day is not only stupid, but really stupid.
Having the ESPN FFL app on my phone is the best/worst thing of all time.
As much as I try to get out of it, the damn thing pulls me back in.
But I am pretty sure when I will quit playing.
And that my friends, is when I die.
Cause of fantasy football.
@BIGJOEONTHEGO
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