OMG, it was my husband's brilliant idea to have a Fantasy Football League with my sisters and friends.  I thought that this might be a bad idea because I vaguely remembered my behavior from two years ago when D was in a league at the firm.  I read reams and reams of pages of scout reports, I was on the internet for hours a day, I watched more NFL that year than I have in my collective life.  And I drove him to a resounding 3rd out of 12th.  Behind every successful man is  an even more successful woman...  Last year, I had a baby and I didn't care if every football player got arrested for DUI or for conducting drive by shootings. 

But this year I succombed.  D sent out the email and we got 8 team members.  Little did I know that BOTH my sisters never even logged on.  This shocked me because thanks to automatic draft, they have the two best teams in the league.  When I called my baby the first night to discuss how she was kicking my ass, she confessed that she didn't even know the website, her players, anything.  She then asked me for the family recipe for green bean supreme, which I refused to give her because I was mad.

So for 2 hours last Sunday morning (well spent, I'm sure) I stressed over whether I should play Kurt Warner or Trent Green and my sister didn't even KNOW there were football games happening.  Apparently my obsessive compulsive disorder payed off because Warner earned me a healthy 31 points and Green was carried off the field with a possible broken neck.  It was only a concussion (drama queen) so I'll be back in my dilemma in 6 more days.  Kate managed to beat me by 2 points.  I hate her.

I got a phone call from another sister, saying she was glad she had the next two weeks in between jobs to get into this because we had all better beware.  Something about once she figured out how to use the system, she was kicking everyone's ass.

B then called to tell me that I had created a monster.  She said that not 2 minutes before, she was screaming at a quarterback who was not on her team to throw the ball to one of the TWO wide receivers who WERE on her team and to stop throwing the damn ball to the RUNNINGBACK, who was on her opponent (my sister's team) for heaven's sake.

B:  I swear to you, if Eli Manning doesn't started giving the DAMN BALL to someone OTHER THAN TIKI BARBER, I'm going to go right down to Giants Stadium and kick his ass.

This week has not been much better.  I was up against one sister and she called to cry that she had played the wrong quarterback.  Unfortunately she was calling when my quarterback had negative points.  Mercy was not high on my list. 

Derek got his ass handed to him by Cath, who forgot to even log in and played a player that didn't even get on the plane with the team to go to the game and she still beat him.  He has been moping around ever since.  I can't stand the drama.  It's a game, for heaven's sake. 

But maybe I'm saying that because I won this week.  IN YOUR FACE!!!!!