The first thing I did when I got home was double-check (and triple-check) the game cast to make sure it was all official. I then called my wife and told her. She was overjoyed. And so was I.
In all honesty, I have never been more ecstatic at the outcome of a fantasy football game. I’ve won this particular league and all the spoils that come with it five times, but none of those victories elicited the happiness I felt for hours as Monday night turned into Tuesday morning.
Of course, it occurs to me that I have to go through this all over again this weekend (although, thankfully, there is no Monday game). But I’m sure I can keep my emotions in check this time as my wife plays for a championship. Right, honey? On second thought, don’t answer that. This column already is too long.