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It happens every year. Somebody, somewhere asks me to play fantasy...something. Football or baseball (get your heads out of the gutter).
OK - fine...Hooters waitress. Maid. Nurse. Erin Andrews. Giggity. (Do I really need to explain I'm just kidding?)
Back to the point: fantasy football. Tim Parry talked me into playing on Facebook, and I agreed, as it satisfied my one rule: so long as it doesn't cost me anything.
Still, I don't spend a whole lot of time on it either. Even for the draft - I had a game to call, so I let the system pick a team for me.
I wound up with Drew Brees, LaDanian Tomlinson, and Santonio Holmes (that would be the Super Bowl MVP from the defending champion Sixburgh Steelers). So that's fine.
I last played three years ago, and damned if I didn't win the championship. Yet for the legions of loyal fans of the Putnam County Ligers, let me just say that I will once again stick to building ships.*
(* That's paraphrasing the famous words of George Steinbrenner when he bought a baseball team in 1973...how exactly did that turn out?)
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