As we near the halfway point of the NFL Fantasy season, I thought it was time I pass on some of the many lessons I’ve learned over the years concerning the obsession that is fantasy football. Or more specifically, the lesson I learned this passed weekend, when, thanks to a healthy mix of misfortune, bad luck, and million-to-one odds, I lost my match up to one of the most hapless opponents to ever take to the simulated field.I was in rural Ontario this past weekend, where I was attending a wedding. The small Inn we stayed at, while quaint, seemed to be stuck in 1997, or maybe 2003. Either way, they didn’t have Wi-Fi or any other Internet access, nor did anywhere else in town, which consisted only of a Home Hardware, a ‘convenience’ store whose shelves resembled those of a Soviet-era deli, and a pizza/coffee house, which only seemed to be open for about four hours each evening.
