The Game of America's Game Anonymous

I’ll admit it: I’m obsessed with fantasy football. I can vividly remember the call I received from “Pepe” (aka Colin) asking if I wanted to come to his “fantasy football” draft that night. Of course, being a 7th grader, I had never heard of the game that has since spread like wildfire all over the country, and I immediately thought of wizards and unicorns commonly found in books under the fantasy genre. Knowing a good friend of mine wouldn’t call me over to waste time dealing with wizards and unicorns playing football, I googled fantasy football to get some background information on this weird little game I was about to begin. It eventually occurred to me that fantasy football was simply a football fan’s way of getting further engaged in the sport; and it was, simply, an activity that provided a football season’s worth of entertainment.

Five years and countless hours later, I find myself becoming extremely anxious for the end of summer. For one, I’ve found incredible enjoyment in the competition found in fantasy football. There is nothing better than dominating my friends in something related to one of my favorite sports. It’s not that I love being better than everyone, it’s just I always love good competition, win or lose, and...