I was asked to join a fantasy football team at work. Initially I scoffed at the idea. I am a Cowboys fan. Seriously. Big time. I have no time or interest in creating a roster of random people and then watching them week in and week out. And I have no interest in rooting against the Cowboys in the event that I play members of their team. And remember? We Lowes are busy during football season.
And then, I realized that Ryan could actually manage the team and I could trash talk. I do love me some trash talk. So I agreed. And then, draft day commenced. I was unable to attend draft night but I sent Ryan with some very specific instructions:
- Get every Cowboy you can. Specifically: Miles Austin, Dez Bryant, and the defense. My favorite current Cowboy, DeMarcus Ware, is an OLB.
- Under no circumstances should you obtain Michael Vick. He is a dog murderer and an Eagle. We have completely different principles.
- Under no circumstances should you obtain Donovan McNabb. Anyone who in good conscience can be a Redskin and an Eagle in the same career has no business being associated with me. I cannot possibly wish this man well.
- In fact, let's avoid all Redskins and Eagles.
We decided to work on revamping ourselves a little this week, so we entertained some trades. My criteria for a trade: Does he wear a blue and silver star every Sunday? No? Then he has no business joining my team. Ryan tried to reason with me: "It's supposed to be a dream team! You are supposed to have the best of the best across the league!" Me: "How is that no exactly what I'm saying?" Ryan: "You can't have a team full of Cowboys!" Me: "Jerry Jones does."
There's no reasoning with me on this. Week in and week out I stomp around cursing the non-Cowboys on my team and act like I'm Cameron Diaz in Any Given Sunday.
She's such a bitch in the movie, I love it! |
So, fantasy football? Yes please! But I'll only like you if you represent.
GO BOYS! |
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