You may recall how much Adrian enjoys fantasy sports. Basketball and football are pretty low maintenance, but, due to the number of games and how much he likes it, baseball takes a lot more time. As I said last year, I have mixed feelings about it because it seems to take a lot of time. By the end of the season I pay attention to it just so I can understand what he’s talking about. I do like baseball, more than any other sport besides maybe hockey (it’s obvious from my preferences what my dad’s preferences are… his favorite is hockey, but we also went to baseball games when I was younger), and I actually probably know more about it than any other sport. I still don’t know much, I just mean that I can name a lot of teams, even some players, and have a working knowledge of the rules. We watched the playoffs last year and I quite enjoyed it.
We’ve said to each other before that I should play fantasy baseball with Adrian so that it’s more interesting for me. The draft this year was last Saturday, and after watching Adrian read articles, go over rankings and positions and depth charts, and do multiple mock drafts (mock drafts? seriously?) and whining to myself about how I’ve lost my husband to baseball for a few months again, I was mentally gearing up for the season. (Let me say, however, that it’s not as bad as I make it sound. It’s not like he comes home and parks himself in front of the TV to watch games. It would be really easy to totally consume one’s life because there are just so many baseball games, but he doesn’t do that. I’m just possessive about my time with him and don’t like sharing with the infamous StatTracker.)
Well. I was sitting in bed feeding Morgan as Adrian anxiously watched the clock–reading more articles, of course– for the start time of the draft. I made some joke again about me playing, and he looked and there was an open slot in the league. Uh oh. So what happened? We registered me and I got to draft my own team. I think all his pals think it’s a front and he’s just trying to sneakily help himself out or something, but I really am going to try and play. I sort of drafted by myself, but I would ask him what he thought of this player vs. this one, etc. So obviously he’s helping me, but I’m trying hard to do it myself. I would also like to point out that I made some selections based off of, “Ooh, I’ve heard of him. I’ll pick him!” or, “That’s a good sounding name. Yeah, I’ll go with that pitcher instead of that one.” Awesome, I know. I’m cool.
Wish me luck playing with the boys and I’ll let you know how it goes. So far I actually feel fairly optimistic. I randomly got the last pick in the draft but my team is better than some others, and definitely better than the teams of people on auto pick.
That’s funny that you have preferences based on what your dad likes. It’s the same in my family–we are all into basketball and football (but mostly basketball) because that’s what my dad likes. Neal and I aren’t really that into sports, but March Madness is a big deal in my family, and we create brackets anyway because the winner in the family gets a $50 gift certificate to go out to eat. Is there any prize for winning fantasy baseball, or is it just a personal pride and satisfaction thing? I really don’t know much about it.
Good luck with your team!
See, I almost considered not playing in the league anymore with the baby on the way but Emily told me I should do it. So now she’ll see how awesome it is and really learn the little nuances of the game. AND the magic of StatTracker! I have it in all of my leagues!
I’m glad that we can play together on something that I enjoy. Now she can see my superb managerial skills first hand.
John did fantasy last year…didn’t do so hot, haha. Totally thought he would have though, seemed like a good team. I almost gave it a shot last year, but I was afraid of getting whooped. Emily, I bet you’re gonna rock it, beat all those boys. That’s always the best.