Football is a big deal in the South. Anyone who has even driven through SEC country can attest to the fact. As an Alabama girl transplanted to Georgia, nothing lets you know that the seasons are changing more than the Fall television roster and chatter about team rankings from …you know… everybody.
And, like I’ve done my entire life, every time football discussions arise, I respond in one of two ways, “Roll Tide, y’all!” or with complete silence.
The ‘Roll Tide’ comes from years of conditioning. I was raised to believe that there was only one team in the great state of Alabama, and it was filled with elephants and bears wearing houndstooth hats. I still watch the scores, but never the games.
The silence comes from not giving a crap.
Needless to say, an SEC-bred girl knows little of football and NOTHING of the NFL. In my Dad’s world, and subsequently my own, there was Alabama vs. Georgia, Alabama vs. Arkansas, Alabama vs. LSU and the penultimate: Alabama vs. Auburn. And, unless Alabama moved into a national championship, that’s where football season ended.
So, you can imagine my surprise, when at the ripe, old age of 39, I joined a corporation filled with NFL fans. I mean, I suppose it’s a reasonable expectation in Atlanta Falconland. But, I didn’t even know Atlanta had a professional team until I moved to the area and the office began its annual fantasy football league discussions.
In.The.Dark. I totally don’t get it. Maybe it’s my gender, and maybe it’s my childhood, but I think fantasy football has got to be the dumbest invention since Dungeons and Dragons.
My co-workers even block time out of their day for the drafts — from the EVP to the the lower echelons of the group (like yours truly). I use this free time to browse for memes which help me mock them.
And they play EVERY YEAR. It’s like clockwork. Office banter becomes boring, obsessive, and stupid. I’ve purchased a new set of ear buds, and if I did nothing but set my Pandora to the Rick Astley channel, I’d still leave work in a better mood than if I’d tried to listen and comprehend the intricacies of playing imaginary sports.
This year, I’ve begun planning for the 2014 football season early. My new goal will be to convince them that fantasy football has run its course. It’s old. It’s tired. We need some new fantasy competitions — one I can play in, too. But what kind of fantasy competitions could I win? There’s no point in suggesting them, if I couldn’t roast them, you see. (That’s catty. I know.)
My ideas for fantasy games that don’t involve protective wear:
- Fantasy Broadway Casting
- Fantasy Figure Skating
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- Fantasy Internet Dating (redundant, I know)
- Fantasy We Are the World II group
- Fantasy Miss
- Fantasy Celebrity Rehab
I’m sure there are other fantasy-gameplay options. We just need to find and implement them. Input welcome — what fantasy games do you think we can get going to distract the rest of the football playing world from this practice?
Ultimately, of course, my fantasies only involve Colin Firth, who I obsess over regularly. Is there such a thing as a Fantasy Colin Firth game? I’d totes ace it.
Oh, yeah — and Roll Tide, y’all!