Hell Hath Frozen Over

It is quite possible hell is freezing over as I type this because I decided to do something today I have not only no interest in doing, I have an big aversion to doing.    To give you a hint, it’s sports-related. I am just not into sports.   If you like sports, have a favorite team and player, you go, I’m all for it.   Following sports teams just never appealed to me.

My nephew has been bothering us for several days to have a family Fantasy Football league.   This is the hell freezing part.   I know nothing about football, which makes picking players on a make-believe team I manage, including players I’ve never heard of a recipe for utter embarrassment and failure.

Not so, says Kyle (and everyone else in the family in the room with him).   It’s easy peasy.   You don’t even have to do anything, it’s all automated and if you don’t pick a player, the ESPN system will make a good selection for you.     After that, for sixteen weeks, you see if your selected players do well during the season and, if so, collect an appropriate amount of points.

There are things you can do, like trading players and shaping players from your roster on and off the bench, but the most important thing—from what I understand—is talking trash to the other people in your league and complaining about the poor performance of your players.

I wasn’t interested at all (as exciting as the trash talking sounded) until I realized something—something important that changed my mind.   I have Uncle Jonathan.   If it’s a sports thing, he knows it.   So I made a call, or rather I sent a text.    Uncle Jonathan said he was in and now we’re partners.  

Tonight is the draft with my team,  Cybertronia Mars Midgets, (so named by my children) against the other members of our family.   I have high confidence in our team.

The Big Boy Update:   My son seemed to be in a pensive mood when I went outside to eat dinner on the porch with him so I asked, “do you want to talk or do you want to eat dinner in silence?”   He thought about it and said,  “silence, because then you can here the birds.”   We ate in silence and listened to the birds.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  We were leaving the beach yesterday when we walked by some random people on the way back to the boat.   My daughter said, "I saw them at the beach one time before. They said underwear poop.”