Dear Fantasy Football

I'm sorry. I know I let you down. I started the season on a high note. I told everyone how much I loved you, how I would have to commit to limiting my time with you because, without limits, I would kill myself by spending an overabundance of time with you. And, to be honest, I thought you were perfect. Fantasy Basketball, Fantasy Baseball, they asked for too much commitment. Nobody really hangs out with Fantasy Hockey. And Fantasy Soccer? I didn't even know Fantasy Soccer was around. I mean, look at last season… I played in three leagues and came in first, second, and third in those leagues. I would have come in first twice, but Brady had a bum game and I lost by 3 points because of an interception. So this season, I bragged a little about us. I thought I could do five leagues…I figured if I did work for one league, how much harder could it be for five leagues? Well…I know it really hasn't worked out this season. I started strong with a pretty good draft. But then Brady got hurt. And then Larry Johnson didn't perform. And, I'll be honest, you just weren't the same FF that I remembered. And I'll admit, things are different now. I don't get to Tivo a bunch of games and watch them in HD…and it's hard to really connect with players and get pumped to really get into you. Plus I got Real Football hanging around with folks after church. Things aren't super serious, but it was just one more thing to add to the laundry list. I've actually thought a lot about you. And there's a lot about you that I didn't get. Like how even though there were some superstars out there, doing statistically awesome, Real Football didn't depend on Fantasy Football so much. I mean, even if a dude throws for 300 yards, 3 TDs, and no interceptions, his team could still lose. Week after week, a guy could run, catch, score, but the ultimate goal could remain unattained. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised right? I mean, you're first name is Fantasy, not Reality. And, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm seeing this other girl. She's funny. She's smart. She's beautiful. And…well…we got married. Shocker right? And I should've told you. I should've called you. I should've invited you. I just thought maybe we still had something this season… But it's really not the same at all. I have to watch real, live games to really get into you and I'm not able to. Anyways, I just wanted to say it's me and not you. You're the same, year after year. I'm the one that's changed. I know that right now you're probably hurting and that this probably doesn't help at all. So I'm calling it off. I won't call you and you definitely shouldn't call me. It hurts me too, but I think it's the best for both of us. But I know that there will be a time in the future when you'll look back at this and just laugh. And maybe I'll even be there to laugh with you. Wishing you the best…