That might be why I am fairly neutral about sports. I don't like watching sports on TV, but I enjoy going to games on occasion and usually go to a couple of baseball and hockey games each year. Professional basketball bores me, and I have always had some weird kind of pride in the fact that I do not understand football at all.
So naturally, when I was given the opportunity to play fantasy football, I said yes.
It was a spur of the moment decision that I immediately started second guessing. I'm a quick study but I absolutely hate not knowing what I'm doing, and believe me when I say that I had no idea. I really hate not knowing what I'm doing when I'm among those that do know what they're doing. I hate asking questions and being unsure and I particularly hate feeling like an idiot.
So I went into this with a certain amount of trepidation. But then I asked a couple of questions and sort of figured out what I was doing, and then I started winning and then I asked more questions and figured out that what I had figured out was actually wrong but it was working anyway, and then I changed what I was doing and started losing, so I went back and have found a happy medium. I've pretty consistently stayed in the top half of my league.
All of this, by the way, without ever learning how the game of football is played. I have an okay handle on how fantasy football is played, but I have not the faintest idea of where any of these points these players keep earning for me are actually coming from. (Perhaps I should fix that? Volunteers?)
What is most amazing to me about this whole situation is not that I'm doing okay--though that was certainly unexpected--it's that I'm having a lot of fun. I have a little bit of a competitive streak, and apparently this has triggered it. I check ESPN.com almost every day, I make little tweaks to my lineup up to the last minute, I downloaded ESPN's fantasy football app onto my phone. Maybe this is a sign that I should step out of my comfort zone a little more often, because if you had told me a couple of months ago that I'd be enjoying this this much, I would have laughed in your face.
By the way, that whole "not a football house" thing I mentioned? Ancient history. Sometime in the last couple of years my mother spontaneously became a huge Steelers fan, and this has triggered the mother of all football rivalries between my parents. We're expecting my grandfather to disown her at any minute.