My brother used to play Fantasy Baseball and Fantasy Football with his friends, but they don't do that anymore. I never really knew what it was, and I never really tried to find out since I don't follow baseball or football.
This weekend, my friend Shannon called me. Her brother was starting a Fantasy Football league with his friends, and they had an odd number of teams. Apparently you have to have an even number, or something like that, but in order for it to work out, Shannon was going to have to have a team. Shannon knows nothing about football, and neither do I. She called my friend Lily and me because our brothers used to play Fantasy Football and Baseball together (or something like that). Apparently, she thought that would make us more knowledgable about football, but she was wrong. Neither of us had any clue what we were talking about. I asked my brother what football players were good, and he told my a few names (which I wrote down). Lily and I went over to Shannon's house for the "Fantasy Football draft" or whatever it was, and we went crazy.
We were on her computer, trying to figure out what to do. Apparently, there are a bunch of rounds where you pick a player for your team. We tried to get all the names my brother told me, but it turns out Shannon's brother TJ and his friends also know something about football. We got third to last pick, and most of the good players were gone. It only gave us a minute and a half to pick our player, and as soon as the timer started we started freaking out. I started yelling to "hit 'draft player'! Hit 'draft player'!" and we finally picked our player. Then came a few minutes of calm until it was our turn again. "Hit the button! Hit the button!" "No! He's injured! He's injured!" "Whoa, we don't want that guy. He has weird hair." "But this is the name on the list!" "AAAAGH THE OTHER TEAM GOT HIM!" "TIME IS RUNNING OUT!" and so on. There were about 20 rounds of this, and by the time it was over our throats all hurt from screaming so hard. According to Shannon's dad, we didn't do that bad. According to TJ, our team stinks. I have no idea. I know we have at least 2 good people on our team, because we got 2 of the names my brother told me. It was definitely a learning experience.
Not that I know anything more about football now than I did before.
We had fun anyway. Hey, who knows? We might even win!