I have many flaws. I think itâ€™s healthy to admit that. It keeps you grounded and often fights off one of the biggest human afflictions: arrogance. I dislike those people who think theyâ€™re perfect. Itâ€™s just not possible. Admit there are things you struggle with; itâ€™s not bad to have a weakness or two.
One of my biggest flaws and weaknesses is my inability to say no. I dislike letting people down nearly as much as I hate unwarranted arrogance. Iâ€™m asked to do things for other people and find it nearly impossible to decline. This leads to me being over-committed and stressed out, as I battle lack of sleep and homework at the same time. But this, is just the average college students life. Itâ€™d be unfair for me to claim my life is so much harder than anyone elseâ€™s.
Except that my failure to decline the requests of others has led me to end up participating in seven fantasy football leagues. Let that sink in… SEVEN. Thatâ€™s more than six and comfortably more than five. Thatâ€™s a lot. Iâ€™m an idiot. Donâ€™t get me wrong: I love sports, so fantasy football has become a â€œmust-playâ€ thing for me. As a way of blending my unfortunate British-ness into American society, itâ€™s as good as a chameleonâ€™s camouflage.
The positive side of being in so many leagues is that it makes every game interesting for me. I find myself supporting individual players, rather than teams, which is something Iâ€™m not very accustomed to. Suddenly, I care how many yards Blake Bortles throws to his Jacksonville Jaguars receivers. It matters to me whether or not the Minnesota Vikings score on 4th and 1 at the goal line vs the Carolina Panthers. Having seven leagues does have one major drawback. Iâ€™ve owned pretty much every player in the NFL at least once. It makes things complicated in terms of cheering for my teams. I might want Aaron Rodgers to have a good game, but not a great game. Iâ€™m permanently confused.
However, when Marshawn Lynch getting injured in the first quarter ruins my weekend, it begins to be a negative influence on my life. When I hear that Devonta Freeman has 100+ yards and 3 touchdowns against the Dallas Cowboys and I proceed to jump around shrieking with happiness like a baboon, I suddenly think maybe the world isnâ€™t so bad. But then when leaving 29 points from Rishard Matthews on my bench sends me into a depressive spiral that ends with an ice-cream eating binge session, I realize fantasy football might actually be dangerous for my health.
Basically, when a touchdown for the Cleveland Browns backup tight end or the Tennessee Titans defense getting a sack is directly affecting how happy I am come Sunday night, my life is a mess and I need to reassess my priorities. This isnâ€™t even my sport! It shouldnâ€™t even be called football! Argh. The fact that in just over two years here Iâ€™ve gone from a total novice to absolute obsessive, as far as fantasy football is concerned, shows my addictive personality. Itâ€™s one of the main reasons I donâ€™t drink and will never take drugs. Iâ€™d be hooked. I guess being a fantasy football junkie is better than shooting up every weekend…
Fantasy football has ruined my life. I wait all weekend to relax and have fun and yet find myself more on edge on Sunday afternoons than I am at 9:30 a.m. on a Monday before a test. Itâ€™s painful. Iâ€™m trying really hard to care less. In fact, starting now, I donâ€™t care. I donâ€™t mind how my seven Diami Molphins (great name right?!) teams do this weekend. Iâ€™m no longer interested. Honest. And maybe now Iâ€™ll work on my flaws and start saying no to things.
Oh, and if the Philadelphia Eagles could do me a favor and THROW TO ZACH ERTZ THIS WEEK thatâ€™d be great. But Iâ€™m not that bothered… honest!