Don't you just love fantasy baseball?
Hubs has been a devout participant for years, as have many other of our newsroom friends. Take J., for example, a sweet and mild-mannered man who once served as the league's commissioner --
-- until the year that Fluffy Bunnies (that would be the nickname of one fantasy team "owner") accused The White Squirrel of making some sort of illegal trade.
Angry emails swept through cyberspace. Phones rang up until 2 a.m. Unfortunately for one league participant, J.'s wife answered one of those calls. And she wasn't happy to be hearing from a 40-something-year-old man known as Fluffy Bunnies in the wee hours of the morning.
That was the last year J. served as commissioner. Hubs took over, but after I started getting late-night calls from distraught men with ridiculous nicknames, he too, was forced to resign.
And if all this weren't disturbing enough, a totally random Google search this evening turned up this and this ...
... which, given Fluffy Bunny's devotion to both the sport and fantasy league, did make me wonder what sort of lingerie his wife might receive at Christmas. Eeeww.
(I was tempted to use Absolutely Bananas' Photoshop tutorial to show you what I might look like in cleat stilettos, but was fearful Hubs might read my blog for the first time ever and get his own icky Christmas ideas. Because, you know, my pale, dimpled thighs were specially made for an umpire outfit that barely covers my ass.)
--------------------------------------
Since I am now a button wh**re (sorry for the asterisks, Queen Heather, but I fear if I spelled it out, those who are seeking baseball nighties for their most unfortunate girlfriends might find me via Google.) I must excitedly tell you about this award --
-- bestowed ever so kindly by This Eclectic Life's Shelly, who has deemed me a gracious blog hostess and friendly visitor to other blogs. I assume she's referring to my natural charm and charisma, as opposed to any comments I may have left on your blogs after sipping a glass or two of wine, which makes me very ... chatty.
I also thank Shelly for this --
-- which I received for explaining why other people might find my work environment kind of scary. Or fascinating, depending on whether you, too, are prone to using bizarre s**ual aides or musing over sheep s*x (damn those necessary asterisks and my paranoia, and, of course, the Google Freaks).
Tomorrow: My Sunday-night, mono-related trip to the ER, during which I meet a whole new group of Med School's Top Models.
9 comments:
You've got some nice blog bling!
I too am a total button whore (nice bloggy bling, buy the way). And I had no idea that some of your entertaining comments were powered by wine. Keep drinking, I say.
Sadly, there's been no wine in my life lately, due to the illness.
Perhaps some nice Percocet might have similar effects...?
Hilarious post. Congrats on more buttons!
Bring on the pretty pretty doctors.
OPA!
hilarious! and yes, you do have to be cautious of what you photoshop your head onto... don't want hubby getting any scary ideas!!
First, congrats on the buttons. You deserve them, you funny lady.
Now, about the fantasy thing. My husband is a total fantasy league fanatic. He's in baseball, basketball, football and even golf leagues. Some of them require a fee. I've asked what's the benefit. He says it's the joy of competition. Screw that! I want to see some tangible rewards. He already has enough excuses for neglecting the family.
I don't even know about these fantasy leagues, but please don't tell my husband...OK? I have to fight for the computer as it is.
At this rate, you are going to have to dedicate your whole blog to bling!
Oh pretty buttons!
Fantasy sports? WT....??? LOL As if War of Worldcraft ain't enough.
Google pervs...i lurve them.
Post a Comment