The NFL season starts next week, which means that the REAL football season starts on Saturday, 9/3. By REAL, I mean Fantasy Football – Now, I usually avoid calling it “Fantasy Football” because the word “fantasy” creeps many people out, (on account of the “adult-cabaret” perversion of the word… more on that another day.) So, ‘fantasy’ football becomes known as “Fun Football,” and everyone is joyful and celebrates the beauty of rotisserie sports.
For the last 5 years or so, I’ve been the commissioner of a league of my own creation… Haro Joe Fun Football is the official name… It started with about 8 teams, & has grown to 16 teams (which is as big as it gets, because of the Rules of Fun Football. Many would say 16 is too many, but I digress… more on that another day.)
Without meaning to, & without any intentionality, the league has turned into a small group, the kind that all the people that participate really love being a part of and look forward to all year. (Small Group in the sense of connected relationships, deep talks about Jesus & real-life issues, & loud, fun, raucous obnoxiousness.) I believe that the crowning joy of the league is the draft where the 16 guys get together in 3 different cities (Reno, Fresno, & Spokane, WA?) – via the Internet & phone conference calls, & draft the full roster of our teams. I’m quivering in anticipation of the draft; I’ve got the first pick… (to be continued…)