One of my favorite sports personalites, Tony Reali, is at it again with his new fantasy sports column for the Philladelphia Inquirer, The Reali-ty of Fantasy.
Fantasy football is a powerless, vulnerable mind job. There are times you’d rather take a cheese grater to your head. Others when you’ll have less control than the woman in the “Oops I Crapped My Pants” commercial.
It reminds me of my youth. (Read, two weeks ago.) Handing my brother the second Nintendo controller while I stood behind him with the first finishing out my Tecmo Super Bowl game. He’s thinking he’s calling passing plays while QB Eagles is running circles around the field.
And that’s fantasy: you’ve got the team; someone else has the controller. And he’s laughing at you.
Genius, I’m going to have to steal some of those team names.
