Fantasy vs. Reality
I have been playing fantasy baseball for a number of years now. It finally got me into trouble.
A couple of weeks ago Trisha and I were watching the Braves play the Cubs. The Braves were getting shut out by the Cubs, thanks to pitching by Ryan Dempster. In the top of the 7th inning Corky Miller came up to pinch hit for Atlanta. He crushed, as Harry Carry would say, "a high . . . fly ball" to left field. At the ball flew I said--out loud, "C'mon, catch that." Well, Corky Miller's shot was caught . . . by a Cubs fan in the left field stands, but my supplication was also caught . . . by my wife.
"What did you say?"
"Uhh . . . nothing . . ."
"No, you said, 'C'mon, catch that.' What did you mean by that?"
I was busted. I had been rooting for Ryan Dempster to play well because he was on my fantasy baseball team. If Corky Miller's ome run had been a fly ball out instead, Dempster would have earned me a complete game shutout, rare points in fantasy baseball.
Trisha's response to this was a rather angry, "This is not fatasy baseball; this is REAL baseball!" as she pointed at the television.
All I could do was confess my wrongdoing and beg forgiveness.