Everyone I know, it seems, is involved in some kind of fantasy football league. Friends on Twitter, friends on Facebook, and even people at work. I, however, am disinterested in fantasy football. Takes too much effort. I'd much rather just throw in some money and bet on the play-off games like I did last year at work.
Here's an email exchange that all the participants of said play-off pool got to read as the stakes rose higher and higher. [SPOILER ALERT: Neither Shawn nor I won, although I got waaaaay more points than he did. (He only got 8/40 points.)]
Shawn: [administrator of the pool] "Hello everyone! Just a reminder
to send me your picks today before you miss out and wind up tied with me like
Tim. I know that since the Broncos have shown their true color it’s probably a
little less interesting but we can all root against the Ravens can’t we? Good luck
Me: "Speaking of rooting against the Ravens, Shawn, some miscreant defaced your white board again. A handwriting analysis will clear my good name, but I think it’s just *shameful* that someone would take advantage of the fact that you’re out all day to rub in your face that your team is sitting at home during this exciting play-offs time. Happy Purple Friday everyone! :D"
Linda:
"Hmmm. Suspicious"
Shawn: "One would think that here at the Colorado School of [redacted] we would be better at recognizing mental disorders. Especially such obvious ones as those that start with being a Ravens fan."
Rob: [participant in the play-off pool] "They have discovered a new disorder here in Psychiatry just this week called 8outof40pointsitis. Caused by over confidence and delusion."
Later, after a crushing Ravens loss....
Shawn:
"That damn vandal is back and causing trouble..."
