Last night I went over to Mark's house for our Fantasy Football Draft. It's my first time ever to play fantasy football. I guess I've got an okay team, but there was one dude there making fun of me for one of my picks. Whatever. Maybe that player will stink...then I'll trade him. Maybe he'll go for 3000 yards this season. Then dude'll eat crow. I picked my team on 3 hours notice...I wasn't planning on playing. He showed up with books and printouts and stuff. Perhaps someone has too much time on his hands.
Anyway, I'm over it. It's only pretend.
At the end of the season, whether we win it all or lose every game we've still got to go to work the next day. And I guarantee I like my job a whole lot more than he likes his.