Benjamin's Blog

I joined a Fantasy Football league this year, in the hopes that following the stats and tracking my team would get me more into football as a whole.

Instead, I’ve found that I’m watching less football than ever this season, but don’t feel like I’m missing anything, because I can track my Fantasy Football team on my iPod app anyway.

Fantasy Football also puts me in the difficult position of wishing for very strange things week to week, and dangerously close to having to wish against the Patriots. Ten weeks in now, I don’t think I’ll do Fantasy Football next year. I don’t like the fan I’m becoming.

I love statistics. Yes, I’m weird and I’ve come to terms with that. At work, I jump at the chance to analyze survey results. I make spreadsheets and compile data and calculate it as many ways as I can.

I remain convinced that someone could take the initiative and make an engaging game in Microsoft Excel. Maybe I should be that someone.

Just this morning, I realized I’d forgotten to button those little, vestigial buttons at the collar of my shirt. I make this oversight this most mornings, so I wondered when, on average, I remember those buttons. It’s probably around 9:45-10:00am (I get to work at 9:00am).

If there is a Heaven, and I get into it, I sure hope there’s a big spreadsheet of my life that I can pore through, finding out how many times I re-checked if I locked my car, what percentage of my income went toward olive oil or how many hours of my life I spent trying to remember what I came into a room to do. I imagine that would entertain me for at least a couple eons.