We here at GG are football fans. I haven’t always been, but for whatever reason it really started to light up my brain right around the time I went to college. It’s a violent, brutal game, sure, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel at least a little morally compromised watching grown men throw their lives and futures into the wind all for the smallest possible glimpse of glory or, worse yet, because they don’t know what else to do with their lives. I can’t help it, though — football, at its finest, is a beautiful game to watch. It doesn’t take much effort to figure out most of America feels the same way.
Being this passionate about a thing — anything, really — lends itself to a lot of interesting side-effects. Chief among them in this case? Fantasy football. It’s a game where you select players in draft format and your “teams” play “games” against each other, and a “winner” is determined by whichever team’s “players” accumulate the most stats during the week.
Does this sound lame to you? If so, you’re not alone: a Google search for “fantasy football dungeons and dragons for jocks” yields just under 5,000 results as of this writing. It’s a common refrain from the nerd crowd, who are all-too eager to prove that they’re no different than the “jocks” who allegedly persecuted them back in their adolescent years.
But what irks me most is that this comparison is short-sighted at best and completely unfair at worst. Tempting though it may be to call fantasy sports a “nerd” activity, it’s mostly borne out of wishful thinking and hypersensitivity.