Football widow

When Matt and I got married he wasn't much of a football fan. (He'd grown up playing soccer and basketball, discouraged from football by his dad, whose best friend in high school died on a football field; he choked on his own tongue after being tackled.)

However, over the past five years this has changed. During football season -- which seems to drag on forever! -- Sundays always involve watching at least one game, and on most Monday nights you'll find us grilling a bunch of meat and having people over for the game.

It naturally follows that Matt also is into fantasty football. Now, I'm all for a little virtual competition among friends. Every year I look forward to March Madness so I can spend $5 to make a lot of uneducated bracket guesses under an alias such as Sleeping With the Enemy.

This season for the first time Matt is in TWO fantasy football leagues: one with his college guys, and one with his local guys, which he's organizing. It's a little out of control. His mom is actually having to reschedule Stephen's birthday dinner, which was supposed to be next Thursday, because Matt and Jacob have a fantasy draft that night. And I know for a fact that Matt tried to bribe his friend Todd, the commissioner of the college guys' league, for a good pick. (It didn't work.)

Things I'm thankful for: Matt thinks baseball is boring; NASCAR is stupid; golf should be played, not watched; and UFC is bearable only in a group setting, and rarely. It could be a whole lot worse.