Here is the blurb from the San Diego Union Tribune about a fantasy-holic...I'm sure some of us have experienced or heard of much worse. I wonder if there's an extended version of his comments in the Sentinal:
Columnist Mike Bianchi of the Orlando Sentinel admits he is a "fantasy-holic" and here are some of the reasons he is seeking a cure:
"Oh I know, I have two beautiful little girls that melt my heart every time they give me a gap-toothed grin and say, 'You're the best daddy in the whole wide world.' But sometimes, sadly and shamefully, I think I would trade my daughters for Antonio Gates and Neil Rackers."
"I suffer from recurring fits of remorse and guilt. I know it's a sin to covet thy neighbor's wife, but isn't it nearly as damnable to covet thy co-worker's waiver-wire selection? My neighbor's wife is sexy when she comes out in the morning in her pajamas to get the newspaper, but she doesn't excite me nearly as much as Jerry Greene's late-season acquisition of Samkon Gado."
"I don't know exactly when it happened, but my life has passed through an imperceptible pivot where fantasy football ceased becoming a diversion and became a necessity. Checking the injury report two and three times a day became routine. Then the daily harassing e-mails to a co-worker, trying to browbeat him into dealing LaDainian Tomlinson. Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wondering whether to start Trent Green or Aaron Brooks."
The confession: "My name is Mike, and I am a fantasy-holic."
Doesn't it suck to get beat at Fantasy Football...by a girl?