Guest Blogger Mitchel is Back to Give His Take
I’m a big fan of fantasy sports.
I play fantasy football with some buddies from my freshman floor, the boys from back home and I have a keeper fantasy basketball league, and I even play fantasy hockey: lockout edition, where each week some friends and I try to guess which Canadian city will suffer the greatest loss in economic productivity due to depression stemming from the lack of hockey being played. We tried it with American cities too, but then we remembered that no one cares.
Fantasy sports are addictive. When games aren’t being played, there are scores to be reviewed or moves to be made. There are trades, adds, drops, finding sleepers, finding snorers. When games are going on, I find myself refreshing the browser every few minutes to see if one of my guys has racked up points. Winning is very important.
It’s weird to me how “fantasy” has become a brand name for this totally contrived type of competition — fantasy this, fantasy that. I could tell you that I have a fantasy league for kids in my history class, and you could guess pretty much what I mean. A couple people and I would “draft” other students and then receive points every time one of our “players” answers a question, adjusts her bra, or picks his nose.