I have been intensely trapped in the world of fantasy football now for seven years. It all began in 2003 when I joined a high school friend's league. Like any aspect of life, it has its ups and downs. And, although I have never brought home a league championship, I still check my fantasy page like it's the illegitimate child of Facebook and Twitter. It is programmed into my system that I check my fantasy football team at least once per day. Even if I know everything is fine, it's my way of checking in on my "family."
This time of year, mid-August, means brushing up on my fantasy football stats and purchasing at least a handful of fantasy magazines. With regards to my league's Sunday fantasy draft, most of the worthwhile players will be long gone in my league's newly-minted 16-team format. Along with the 12 mainstays having two keepers, the four additional teams have the first 16 picks. So, in essence, 40 options are off the board before I can get a shot at drafting them.
I'm keeping my only two productive players - not a shot at Dallas Cowboys tight end Jason Witten - Aaron Rodgers and Reggie Wayne. In these past three seasons, we have been adding "owners," most of whom nobody is actually friends. It has taken away some of the luster. But, an addiction to fantasy sports cannot rip my family away from me. Even if that unit changes from week to week.