Sometimes A Fantasy...
Tomorrow is what has long been known to myself and several select friends as The Best Day Of The Year. It's Draft Day for my fantasy baseball league. Yes, I am aware that fantasy sports are a ridiculously contrived exercise, laden with male sophomoric bonding and false machismo. Why do you think I've been doing this for over 10 years?
Tomorrow's draft has the added bonus of being on the first night of the Final Four.
It's hard to explain to people who aren't involved why fantasy sports have such a grip on such a sizable segment of the population. (And I believe that segment is quite large, judging from the amount of information that's out there on the internet...) I think part of the explanation is that fantasy sports gives people who follow sports an avenue to share their love of sport with other people who have the same love. The best way to follow a sport is to actually follow it, to read the boxscores, to discuss the players and games. Purists will tell you that fantasy sports bastardize the real intent of sport and that any real lover of the game would follow of their own accord, but it's a well-known fact that purists are really people who are just terrible fantasy managers, and have been banished from their leagues in shame.
I think another part of the appeal of fantasy sports is that they provide a competitive outlet for people when their opportunities to compete on the field of play have diminished. People who are competitive end up finding ways to compete, whether it's on a basketball court, a darts game, a fantasy draft or seeing who can hold one's breath the longest.
As technology has advanced, the two basketball leagues I play in have moved to an online draft format; one utilizes a chatroom, which is pretty amazing. We have guys from St. Paul, Milwaukee, Madison, Washington D.C., Chico, CA, Carbondale, IL and Tunisia all talking and bidding via fast typing. 10 years ago, that wouldn't have seemed possible. 10 years from now, will we all be on a videophone?
Still, the best way to do it is to get 11 guys together in person, lock the doors, stock the fridge, and have at it for six to eight hours, and that's why the baseball draft is the Best Day Of The Year. Everybody will be there, casing each other, watching the eyes for a hint of weakness, fear or doubt, of which there will be plenty to go around.
My wife makes fun of me for indulging this hobby, but I won't apologize for it. She shouldn't mock what she doesn't understand. And when Daddy brings home the bacon after he wins this season, we'll see who's complaining then.
2:19:14 PM
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