In preparation for the upcoming fantasy football season, I’ve been taking part in mock drafts. They are essentially dry runs that allow you to hone your drafting skills with a bunch of anonymous fellow online fantasy football enthusiasts. It’s very informative and a lot of fun but, every so often, you get saddled with someone looking to chat in the little texting window at the bottom of the screen. When that happens, I try to discourage conversation – as was the case last night:
Player 7: i saw jay z in concert 2 weeks ago, so sick
Me: Maybe it was something you ate at the concert.
Player 7: No, HE’S sick.
Me: Maybe it was something HE ate at the concert.
Player 7 (weary exasperation almost palpable): Maybe.
Thus concluding the chat.
After what I went through last year, Akemi is dubious about the whole Fantasy Football thing. “Last year, you said you were going to stop playing,”she reminded me.
“Right. Last year, I said I’d stop – and I did.”
“Because you were already eliminated!”
I told her I didn’t want to discuss it. My premature exit from playoff contention is still a very sensitive subject and the emotional wounds have yet to heal.
Well, we discovered the source of air conditioner issue: a blocked pipe! $450 later, the problem has been addressed. Next up: my ruined ceiling.
So, the results are in for next week’s Supermovie of the Week Club pick and – to no one’s surprise – it was a landslide win for:
Today’s entry is dedicated to blog regular, Chev.