just like football, but without the reality...
Jinge calls me during my monthly hair cut about a week ago:
"Would you like to join a fantasy football league?"
I exhale, trying to express to him how fun it sounds ...in a 28 year old dude, living your parents' basement, AD&D in your spare time, of which you have none because you are spending 10-14 a day building up your undead cook/tanner mage in WoW, kinda way.
And plus, it seems too much like math...and that we will be spending alot of sundays screaming at the television; Jinge'll argue plays and calls and I'll just yell at the tv simply because it'll be the only thing in the apartment that'll give me a responce, having given up the hope of being listened to several years ago.
Jinge, who lives on his own just on principle and fear of being outnumbered by 3 females, explains that fantasy football is no worse than blogging and playing guild wars in your spare time...and give impish grin reserved for offering low blows:
"Since you're already online most of the time, why not look up some players and see who you want on your team. the draft is on Sat ( it was Thurs ) I'll send you an invite. Later."
that's the man I love lady and gentlemen...the guy who even though you don't know a drip about the game he loves is more than happy to escort you into the world if "who would win if..." scenerios and offer to walk you through the the process...
esp if it meant that he would have to open the league to the public.
Sooooo...the draft was this Sat passed, and the my team, Azerel Falcons, will meet (I am not making this up) the Cowpies this Sunday...
this is going to be fun...
in a "And that's 'kicking your ass' kinda way".
Later...
Sique
"Would you like to join a fantasy football league?"
I exhale, trying to express to him how fun it sounds ...in a 28 year old dude, living your parents' basement, AD&D in your spare time, of which you have none because you are spending 10-14 a day building up your undead cook/tanner mage in WoW, kinda way.
And plus, it seems too much like math...and that we will be spending alot of sundays screaming at the television; Jinge'll argue plays and calls and I'll just yell at the tv simply because it'll be the only thing in the apartment that'll give me a responce, having given up the hope of being listened to several years ago.
Jinge, who lives on his own just on principle and fear of being outnumbered by 3 females, explains that fantasy football is no worse than blogging and playing guild wars in your spare time...and give impish grin reserved for offering low blows:
"Since you're already online most of the time, why not look up some players and see who you want on your team. the draft is on Sat ( it was Thurs ) I'll send you an invite. Later."
that's the man I love lady and gentlemen...the guy who even though you don't know a drip about the game he loves is more than happy to escort you into the world if "who would win if..." scenerios and offer to walk you through the the process...
esp if it meant that he would have to open the league to the public.
Sooooo...the draft was this Sat passed, and the my team, Azerel Falcons, will meet (I am not making this up) the Cowpies this Sunday...
this is going to be fun...
in a "And that's 'kicking your ass' kinda way".
Later...
Sique
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