Can you feel it? One-way bromance is brewing in the air. Mantasy crushes are hatching. Borderline creepy proclamations are being made about the sexual dominance of…you guessed it, fantasy football players.
More than anyone else, I am guilty of wearing fantasy goggles when it comes to certain athletes. Whether it’s my inexplicable hope that Eric Hinske’s split stats will land him on the friendly side of a strict platoon at Yankee Stadium, my insistence that Byron Leftwich is a rosterable quarterback, or me drafting NHL players strictly for any personal connection to them, I am guilty of large scale mantasy crushing.
But while my fantasy man-crush guilt may be large in sheer numbers, I usually manage to stay free of the over-the-top variety. That is, I tend to trade in reality. Although certain players can sometimes hurt my fantasy decision making, I know where the line is and generally have a realistic vision of my guys – I know Leftwich isn’t really a good quarterback, that Hinske is a bench player, and that no matter how many good running backs I put around him, Tom Brady won’t adopt me and be my new dad.
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