My Dungeons and Dragons

If you know me, you know I love sports. It's been an hobby since my Dad propped me up in a kiddie seat to watch a football game for the first time. The passion has only grown over the years, blossoming into full-fledged sports nerdom. The pinnacle of the sports dorkiness, sporkiness if you will, has come with the age of fantasy sports. Average Joes like myself can draft their own teams, trade, drop and add players, and pretend to be a manager of their own personal squad. It gets intense, proof of such being that it's grown into a billion-dollar industry. Heard of Dungeons and Dragons? It's the Sports fan's version of that. And I may as well be wearing a wizard cap with some sort of Calderon next to me when late August rolls around. Which brings me to this week...

I've been in chill mode all week. 5 consecutive crazy weeks working with special needs kids deserves one off to clear the dome-piece. I've been trying to avoid spending a ton of presidents while staying in a relaxed, air conditioned enviroment, keeping myself entertained. What better way to do so then to read countless articles on the internet about my nerdy fantasy football craze. (And watch countless episodes of the office. I'm the Dwight Schrute of the sports world) It's been a phenomenal week as a result, and it kills time so football season gets here faster. Don't get me wrong, I wish summer could last forever, but God didn't intend for it to, which is why he gave man football season to ease the transition.

Listen, I've dated girls that don't really share my passion for sports, but they've understood it. I've never been with a female who ever could remotely comprehend why men turn into computer slaves during fantasy season. Hey, I never claimed to be "cool", in fact to the contrary, this is my Dungeons and Dragons boo.