Draft

It's that time of year. The time of year that I lose my husband to his other love, the one that entertains him and calls upon his inner sportscaster.

Fantasy Football.

His first draft, and he has a couple, was done with the help of our eldest. The training is beginning already, although I'm not sure how helpful he really was. He did have a surprising amount of vocabulary that surprised us both. "Linebacker daddy, linebacker".

While I would like to complain about the hours lost to tv viewing and on-line stat checking, I am reminded often, by Mr. Bejos, of the two wins in recent years that he can lay claim to. They were not insignificant wins and he does share the winnings, even if last year's payout went to medical bills.