We are over halfway through the NFL season and it is occurring to me that I have yet to really publicly acknowledge the existence of my fantasy football team. The problem is I don't have the time or inclination to do my standard rating of the players' hotness, and they're just so darn mediocre it makes me yawn just thinking about them. Honestly, if I didn't have to come up with something new to talk about on my blog tonight I probably never would have been compelled to write about my team at all.
The catch this year is that I have decided that my winnings - whatever they may be - will be used to purchase myself a new pair of shoes. I win it all (unlikely at this point) I can get some Italian leather. I come in 9th place (10th place wins nothing) I can manage a pair of flip-flops at Old Navy. Right now I sit on a 5-5 record and I am right on the verge of (as my brother-in-law and league commissioner put it) being able to buy shoes that actually come in a box rather than ones hanging from a plastic tie on a rack.
The state of my Superbowl bet isn't helping things any. Historically, without fail, if Ben Roethlisberger is on my fantasy football team the Steelers win the Superbowl. This year Ben was a keeper for me, so I placed a bet on the Steelers to win the Superbowl. They're still in the thick of things, but aren't looking to be favorites or anything at the moment.
So now it's just a matter of managing my expectations. My new football goals center almost exclusively on teaching the Hedgehog to raise his hands in the air when we shout out "TOUCHDOWN!"