There’s no makeup in fantasy football
Today I was thinking I should wear more makeup. And, by more, I mean, wear some. Any. Maybe just a little eye makeup. You know liner and mascara. I normally don’t wear any makeup. One time I thought I’d do a photoshop challenge, so I had someone take my picture and then I applied makeup digitally. It was fun. I kept that post up for a while, then I got embarrassed and deleted it.
The thing is, I totally like the idea of makeup, I just feel weird with makeup. And it makes my face itch.
Then I remembered I’m in a Fantasy Football league now. There’s no makeup in fantasy football. Except, for the part about no makeup, because there is. Lots of women love football, lots of makeup-wearing women love football.
And, here’s where I say, I like the idea of football. But, then I start watching it and I start itching. Itching to get up and leave! It’s just soooooo long. Three hours for a game. Really? That’s too long.
So, when a guy at work asked if I wanted to join his fantasy football league, I said, “you betcha.” And then two weeks later, and a day before the first game started, I spent an hour trying to remember my password, so I could log on and see my roster. Don’t worry, I figured it out.
Enter Da Blendra Beefheads.
We lost our first game, but I was totally close. I didn’t exactly watch any football during that five day span, but that’s the joy of fantasy football, the game will still be played whether you remember your password or not.
This is what I’m hoping happens for my second game:
Let’s go Beefheads. Let’s go.