first_img 15SHARESShareShareSharePrintMailGooglePinterestDiggRedditStumbleuponDeliciousBufferTumblr I am the proud owner of a fantasy football team.We are dreadful. My quarterbacks own half a good arm between them. My receivers are more fragile than farm fresh eggs. My defense only seems to get in the way of my good mood.And I’m fine with that.It is fantasy football. It is nothing more than an excuse to trade passive aggressive emails with my fellow neighborhood ne’er do wells.Some folks, I understand, take the whole “fantasy” thing quite seriously. Books are purchased. Websites are scanned. Decisions are made in the wee hours of the morning.And I’m fine with that. People need hobbies – outlets that take them away from the daily grind and worldly stresses.But at the end of the day, each of us has our own little fantasy team that we direct. I’m not talking about our careers. I’m talking about our lives. continue reading »last_img read more