Fantasy sports life crazy love

For me to post a random blog about fanaticism and fantasy life in the spring time is almost like the pot calling the kettle black.  The Stanley Cup playoffs are well underway and I am a rabid fan of several sports’ teams including the Vancouver Canucks, and have often been overheard shouting directions at referees through the TV screen.  Funny thing is, they never seem to hear me.  Go figure.  But it doesn’t seem to stop me from shouting. 

 After all, I am a very competitive person.  All you have to do is play a game with me – any game – and you will soon find out how competitive I can be.  It’s in my blood.  It’s part of my DNA.  My genetic makeup tends toward the excess in terms of being a sports fan.

 While there are other sports I may watch, they are in no way viewed with the same tenacity and eccentricities as I view hockey and soccer.  As a result, I often play free, online sports pools that have no other merit except bragging rites, and even then they are usually to unknown persons in various parts of the world that happen to be playing the same game as I am.  It’s kind of fun to vicariously live through the wonder of sport and fantasy online sports.  But it can DEFINITELY go too far.