Why I love Fantasy Hockey
My (primary) league started in 2002 when my friends and I lived in the dorms at University. We all graduated (eventually) and moved on to careers, got wives and had kids. Fantasy hockey is the web that keeps us all connected. But every week in the winter my phone rings a few times.
"I can't believe you keep putting Getzlaf in. He's terrible. I'm willing to give you Bryan Little for him."
"Don't ever call me again."
Our league trophy is a large, bronze trophy given by Lord Stovel to the best Ladies Double Bowling Team in the province. I'm not joking. It was made in 1919. I found it while doing demolition on a construction job & the foreman didn't care if I took it.
Once I stole it from the league champion and posted a series of photos of me on a date with it. I cannot reproduce them here due to their explicit nature. We fed each other sundaes, watched a movie, took a bath, before retiring to the bedroom.
There have been drunken shouting matches. Accusations of cheating, collusion and lying. Disputes have been settled with Indian leg wrestling matches and hockey games on playstation.
Every weekend before our trade deadline we get together for a curling bonspiel, get drunk and hammer out some trades.
Why do I love fantasy hockey? Itís more than a hobby to pass the time. It keeps all my best friendships stronger than they would have otherwise been.