Why Can't I Be Happy!
Fall is my happy time. The wonderfully crisp air, the scent of fallen leaves, visiting the local cider mill and buying honeycrisp apples, the arrival of my favorite holiday on October 31st . . . and, of course, lots of football. And that has been going well of late. My Michigan Wolverines have turned it around after starting out with two losses, the Detroit Lions have been winning for a change, but most of all, my Revenge of the Blog fantasy football team is in first place in our ten-team family league.
Ah, life is good.
Not everyone appreciates my joy. I believe my wife Wendy thinks I spend too much time hunkered down over my computer checking the latest sports updates. I strongly suspect that some of my fellow managers in the league think I spend too much time scanning the sports columns as well, as if I could find something better to do with my time.
For them, there is a new book on the market, "Why Fantasy Football Matters: (And Our Lives Do Not)." The husband of actress Elizabeth Banks, who appeared in the movie The 40-Year Old Virgin, co-authored the book. Hmmmmm, and Christmas is coming soon. Gift idea! Elizabeth (see picture) herself is a big fantasy football fan. Wonder if she'd want to join our league next year. We haven't invited women in before but . . .
Anyway, true, I tend to "smacktalk" the other managers about my success on our league bulletin board. But what's the harm in a little ribbing between friends or relatives? Heck, I've been doing the same to my Spartan blogging buddy Bonnie for years now. She's okay with it. And I'll probably be delivering a new ribbing come this weekend after my Michigan Wolverines demolish her Michigan State Spartans there at East Lansing.
At least I'm not like my dad who threatens his fantasy football opponents with being cut out of the will. Maybe that's why he's currently a respectable sixth place. Not bad for a rookie manager.
When I'm not studying the weekly NFL stats, I'm contructing a giant Michael Jackson dummy for my Halloween yard display. I stripped some branches from a tree I cut down to form the skeleton. Then I put some old clothes on it, as well as a pull-over Michael Jackson head. It's not ready for prime time, but in the dark it might pass for a seven-foot Michael Jackson.
I'll report back later on the big dummy. Until then, happy halloween!