Fantasy football is a dismal pastime. I mean, I've pulled out my fair share of crazy wins, and it's made my hour. I've even won it all three or four times, and it's made my day. But when I drop a heartbreaker in the playoffs, it ruins my week. Just shatters it. I've lost sleep over it. Yelled at loved ones for daring to console me. Sat in the corner of my room, rocking in a chair, petting my cat while watching the overhead fan whirl for hours. Really disturbing stuff.
At least I'm not alone.