Football fans are told they must participate in fantasy football. I am told by friends, commercials, and even TV shows like “The League” that I am not a football fan or expert until I show I can win my fantasy league. This season I said to hell with all that and decided I wasn’t going to participate in any fantasy football leagues, and because of my decision, I’ve never had more fun watching football.
Fantasy football is advertised as fun. It’s not.
The most fun you’ll ever have in fantasy football (besides winning the league) is the time spent with friends before and during the draft. Draft day is a time where friends get together, jokingly make fun of each other’s picks and leave with the thought “I am going to win this year.” It’s painless and everyone is still on a football high.
Week 1 comes along, and you’re constantly checking your fantasy football app and cursing at yourself for leaving (insert player who was projected to only score 12 fantasy points but scored 30 instead) on the bench while some player that was supposed to do better hasn’t even garnered five. Out of frustration and the probably hopeless dream your starters will start playing better, you check your fantasy football app every five minutes. Or even more often than that.
Sure, you might be one of the two teams in the league that day who is winning by a landslide and is all smiles all Sunday long, but just wait. You’ll have plenty of stressful fantasy football weeks that’ll make you wonder why you even choose to play.
I had none of those worries on Sunday. It was pure bliss. I am no longer checking my phone for the latest injury news nor am I reading the weekly “sit/start” articles to get “expert” advice on how I can win this week. Instead, I am simply a spectator, and that’s all I want to be.
Life is better without fantasy football.