Anyone who has ever taken part in fantasy football already knows this. But it bears repeating now.
Fantasy football is an addictive, all-consuming, frustrating, exhilarating hobby that occasionally turns some of us into ranting, whining, pouting nine-year-olds all over again.
Yep, fantasy football is serious stuff. Very serious.
Don’t agree? Let me ask you something, fantasy player: The last time your team’s running back/wide receiver/tight end was tackled inches from the end zone and another player scored the very next play, did you yell at your TV? Course you did. And you cursed the coach for his play calling, the player for failing to score and, finally, your decision to play fantasy football.
So, you see, this is to be taken very seriously.
Just ask these two dudes, who felt the only way to solve a fantasy football beef was to get together in the local park and throw down.
According to fantasy football writer Joe Fortenbaugh, who provided a number of entertaining tweets about the grudge match, the loser had to leave the league, just like something out of the WWE. Fortenbaugh even tweeted that the guys agreed to a few rules, including that leg breaking would not be involved. Hmph, sounds reasonable enough to me.
Heck, the decision to scrap it out, not hug it out, makes perfect sense to me. (As I’m sure it does to plenty of fantasy players, many of whom have a screw, or two, loose.) And having someone videotape it offers proof, if one of the playas ever reneges on giving up the game.
In fact, I’ve wanted to ask one of my fantasy football opponents to step outside on a couple of occasions. Strangely, better judgment (not a term used often in fantasy football) came over me.