In the Sunday P-G’s Ann Belser article about workers managing their fantasy football teams during work hours, a Burgher named Seth says:
Seth owns a team. He spends time every day working on his trades.
He checks the statistics, watches the games and keeps track of his players.
“Fantasy football is my life,” he said.
“The games happen on a Sunday, you have to come in on a Monday and rework your whole roster for next week’s game. It’s a 24-hour-a-day job.”
Sweet patooties! You don’t have to be a FBI profiler to know that Seth does not have a critically important job … or a non-virtual girlfriend.
Not to be a bitch or anything, but it is early and it is Monday and I am a little bit Garfield-bitchy about it… but, OMG. Get a real life. One with real people.
Also, this year I am taking part in the Sportsocracy.org Pittsburgh Bloggers Fantasy Football Challenge and by “taking part” I mean “winning it and it won’t take me 24-hours-a-day to do it because I got mad drafting skillz and by ‘mad drafting skillz’ I mean that ‘I am sending Rachel from That Night to the live draft in my stead, with my draft list, while we probably Twitter, and she’s going to help a sister out.'”
Look for the hot chick drinking Zima and saying “Dude. That’s church!” a lot. She’ll hiss at the hater that drafts Tom Brady and she might have pigeon guts dripping off of the pointy tips of her do-me boots. I can’t be sure.