Yep, that's right. I won our fantasy football league with a grand total of 1286 points.
Yep, I get excited about these things. I also tend not to be a very good winner. Unfortunately, I'm not really a very good loser either. My poor sportsmanship means I'll be insisting on being called "champ" until next August, and the new fantasy season, rolls around. I'm gonna be intolerable, yo.
Family League 2011 Regular Season Final Standings
Before my husband jumps in and claims that I'm always intolerable, I'd just like to remind him that he is not the league champ. He's not even the runner-up, so there.
Competitive activities usually bring out the best in me.
I'd also like to note that my husband just told me "nobody cares about your team, babe. Don't be that guy."
I'm totally 'that' guy and I'm not going to let him forget it until he can beat me in fantasy football. Better luck next year, Mr. Fifth Place.
Okay. I'll be over all this tomorrow and will be ready to talk about normal, food bloggy-type things. Promise.
But you'll have to promise to call me 'champ' in exchange.