The point is, there are like ten guys in the same building with three chics so we are certainly out numbered.
This couldn't be more fine with me as I truly believe that it is easier to get along with guys, especially married guys, then it is to get along with chics. Chics are conniving and vindictive and I can say that because I am one. We can't help it, we're genetically inclined to be evil. But it seems like when you are around a bunch of guys who much less genetically inclined to be evil, your own evilness hardly ever shows its nasty head.
Now you do have to get past the bathroom habits of these men and their tendency to make some pretty gross jokes, but otherwise they are good fun.
Now since I am new and since I am chic and since I didn't decorate my office in some kind of sport paraphernalia, I do get razzed when it comes to sports. And truth be told, I probably deserve it on account of I'm not all that big a sports nut.
During the meeting yesterday, there was some talk about basketball and when it was over, my boss looks at me and says, "Kate, NBA stands for National Basketball Association and it's this league of [however many] teams... blah blah blah where the whole point is to throw the ball through this hoop for points..."
Yeah.
I did start watching football a few years ago when Snakeman and I first became friends because he would call me on Monday nights and tell me to. This morphed into us watching the game together and him explaining things to my Girl Brain that weren't preset at birth. And honestly? I enjoy the games now. But do I know who the quarter back is for the 49ers? Probably not and I definitely don't know who the tight end is for... well ANY TEAM IN THE ENTIRE NFL. So yeah, not so much the big sports junkie that some dudes are. I would never in a million years know who hurt their hamstring in the big game of '93, you know?
But here's the thing, these guys? They are mad into sports.
Several sports.
Basketball of course because San Antonio houses the Spurs and they have been kicking ass as of late and San Antonio-ians fucking love them. Hell, I love them and I've maybe seen three games. I love them because they are my home team and I have to. I don't have a choice.
Then there is golf which my boss effing L-O-V-E-S and I couldn't care less about and don't even pretend to care about because it's, well it's GOLF. But whatever.
And here the last few weeks, the count down to the football season has started being brought up during our morning meetings. And I'm a little psyched about football because I know that Snakeman and I have quite a few Mondays of football together and he's fun to watch football with and I actually kind of like it now. The Superbowl last year? Yeah, it was awesome.
But yesterday someone brought up that there needed to be a date set for Fantasy Football. Here. At work.
As if the bowling league wasn't enough :)
Apparently every year, anyone who wants to signs up to play fantasy football at work.
I've never played fantasy football but I sure as fuck want to because it will obviously be (A) fun and (B) a big enough deal around here that I don't want to be left out.
So when I left work yesterday, I called Snow and told her about my day (because there was way more than just this and because she is my Chic I Tell Everything To) when I mentioned the Fantasy Football thing, she said I totally had to call MCFJ (whom I have spoken to on occasion) because he is the MAN when it comes to Fantasy anything. And then she proceeded to explain the basics to me. That you were allowed to pick so many players and then your "team" scored whatever those players scored.
Doesn't seem too hard.
So today, when I was chatting with my boss, I said something to him about how I didn't want to be left out of the whole Fantasy Football thing because I am a chic. And he asked, looking thoroughly surprised that I had just used the words "foot" and "ball" as a compound word, "Do you want to play?" I told him that I did and then he asked if I knew what it was and I told him I had a pretty basic idea. He said they'd love to have me play and then proceeded to explain to me a little better how the whole thing would go down.
Basically everyone agrees on a night and time and then we all meet on Yahoo. Yahoo randomly picks the draft order and then we pick our players for offense. Then we pick a team's defense. I think every week, we pick who want to start based on who is going to be actually starting in the real NFL (since you don't want "your team's" quarter back starting a week where he is actually benched) and then you get the points that your players score in real life.
I'm sure that there is more, but that is the jest of it.
So I think I have a few weeks to basically figure out who I want to pick for my team and then I'm sure before this whole thing goes down, there will be more rules explained to me. I bet Yahoo has their rules posted so I will have to check that out too. And then everyone here at work throws like twenty bucks into a pot and whoever wins for the season gets the pot!
God I love my new job :)
Labels: At work, Being a Chic, Fantasy Football, Snakeman
