The end of participation

I'm through with Fantasy Football. The veil of metro sexuality has been removed from my eyes for good. In years past, the midway point of the season has marked my awakening to the reality that anytime spent on living vicariously through he achievements of others engaged in an utterly useless spectator sport, is too much. This year proves no different. Hell it even happens when I am winning. What a waste of life. What am I 10 years old? Fuck that. By the way fellas, women play this now. Nuff said.

So I'm done. Shall I express an interest in returning to this slap me in the face with a tampon and inquire about the Avon products I must be selling.