I am, like most people in my family, an addictive personality. Sometimes that manifests itself in strange ways. Several members are addicted to Farmville, where they “plant crops” and “send gifts”. There are several of these different online games and if it keeps them from gambling away their lives like some of my other relatives then I suppose it is a positive. I partake in those games as well but in secret. I don’t know why it shames me to indulge in Cityville. I hate the most marketable quality of the games. I hate the social networking part.
This season I see a new form of “Barbies” for me to play with and manipulate in a way that seems to be more widely accepted. (Especially by men)
I joined a fantasy baseball league.
Like all addicts, I said no. I want no part in your silly game. Well, maybe a taste.
I just caught my self arguing the merits of drafting someone like Evan Longoria over a starting pitcher. But, I am torn to pieces by the thought of having a weak pitching staff. Am I really mad at myself for not ranking some of my favorite players in real life higher on my fantasy team? “I am sorry Andres Torres I know that you are an amazing player, I just can’t rank you above Jason Heyward. Be fair… He is averaging .290”
Joe said to me the other day, “I am not having any Dodgers on my team” . And it skewed my world. Can you let your emotions get in the way of building the best team?
Yup. Addicted or not, I am never rooting for a Dodger.
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