Fantasy baseball draft widow.
If these four simple words mean something to you, then you can relate to what I'm about to write about. Or maybe just two words will suffice:
First let me say this: I love sports. From curling to steeplechase, if a sport has a good story behind it, I'll be the first to cheer for the winners and sympathize with the losers. Truly. I'm a sucker for sports. Want to see me bust out the ugly cry? Ask me to tell you how "Miracle" ends. Or "Brian's Song." The nerve that sports hit runs deep through the American psyche, and I would never, ever poo-poo this intense connection some of us have to all things competitive
But fantasy baseball and fantasy football and fantasy [insert your sport of choice here]? Maybe that's where it all goes just a bit too far.
As my adorable husband spent a full 8 hours last Saturday (and countless prior hours hunched over before a glowing laptop in preparation leading up to the so-called draft day) I thought: "Who am I to criticize how one chooses to hobby?" I mean, you could easily point to scrapbooking and make a similar case, that case being: well, that too, is a colossal waste of time.
I beg to differ, and offer these points in support of my argument.
1. Scrapbooking provides the opportunity to preserve and share the stories of a lifetime, encouraging its participants to use their unique and singular voices to record and document that which makes up who they are and what matters most. It encourages self expression and artistic exploration, often creating a deep and fulfilling sense of doing something of both a highly intrinsic and external value to the hobbyist. It saves bits of life, one page at a time, to share not only with future generations, but to remind us in the present day how blessed and lucky we are to be in this journey of life.
2. Fantasy baseball is technically not real.