In the interest of full disclosure, I figure I should just come out with it. You wanna know why I haven't been blogging? Are you sure you wanna know? Well, here it is. I am hopelessly addicted to Fantasy Football. Have been for years. I know that makes me a uber techo, wanna-be jock, geek. I understand. And I don't care. I like Fantasy Football. It's fun.
Did you watch the Saints game last night? On one hand, I'm still pretty weary of the Katrina coverage. I know, I'm supposed to be compassionate, but the wall of coverage that's still oh, so helpfully provided by FoxNews, CNN, MSNBC, Discovery, the damn Weather Channel, it just wears me out.
But watching that city last night, I was rejuvenated - kinda like New Orleans. It really is a wonderful city - I've only been there once, but I still feel a love for it. So it feels good to watch it heal. And like it or not, football was a significant part of it. It reminded me a bit of President Bush throwing out the first pitch in New York after 9/11.
So am I justifying my addiction by trying to apply some sort of social good to sports, despite all of the obvious social evils (football players make 8 million times more than school teachers!)? Probably. But it's tough to deny the evidence.