All jokes aside this is one of the few instances throughout the season where fantasy footy – albeit for a very brief window at some stage over the weekend – should take a back seat. Don’t forget that The Field of Women is on this Saturday so get right amongst it to get behind the Breast Cancer Network Australia. Details here.
Tonight we have a feature article from a talented young woman who has recently discovered the JR Community – author Kelly Jordan. Enjoy a top read from a top bird:
Fantasy Football – a Women’s perspective.
When I was asked to write a women’s perspective on Fantasy Football, I was stumped. I had no perspective on Fantasy Football. I dare say that many women’s football fantasies involve it ceasing to exist. Not that I’m one of those.
No. I am a football survivor.
I grew up in a die-hard footy household where the Melbourne footy club was a substitute for religion. I went to most Melbourne games, the most memorable being the ’87 quarter final against Hawthorn when Jimmy Stynes ran across the mark after the siren, allowing Jason Dunstall to kick a goal and steal Melbourne’s spot in the grand final. I wept at that game.
Thankfully, like any cult survivor, I was lucky to escape. Therefore the prospect of Fantasy Football makes me a little nervous. What if I got drawn back into football again? (I did mention I barracked for Melbourne, right?).
But from the moment I sat down at my computer to pick my Fantasy team, I began to relax. There was no loyalty here. I wouldn’t have to weep again. Fantasy Football is game of numbers, like a lottery you have some control over. It’s also a bit like online shopping with ten million dollars in the bank. Sure I couldn’t use it to buy the new Simpsons Lego I covet, but I take solace from the fact that even though Tom Hawkins would never look at me in real life, I can now own him. I can put him on the bench for the whole season, if I like. Just a warning, Tommy.
Alas, as I worked on my team, the laborious task of evaluating statistics soon lost its appeal. There’s surprising amount to learn, and with the additional complications of rookies, injury-prone players, court cases and ASADA, I soon found myself suffering paralysis by analysis. But I didn’t want to quit. I just needed to pick my team using something I knew about. So I decided to use a different selection criteria. Haircuts.
Now there are a lot of boys getting around the field these days with ill-advised haircuts (e.g., the Richmond football club). And don’t start me on the beards. Some of these players could step straight from the field and into a folk band. Quick, get that man a banjo!
So finding myself daunted by the statistics and angered by haircuts, I named my team “Hair to Win”, and with the assistance of Google images, I began building my team. This took quite a while. While Google did its magic, I ran a parallel and yet equally important search: kittens in sinks. At the end of a long day, I found myself with a good-lookin’ side, a few thousand left in the bank, and a strong desire to force my cat in a sink so I can take photos of it.
I’ve only just begun my journey into Fantasy Football, but I am starting to understand its growing popularity. Fantasy Football has added an extra dimension to the game. I’m even watching the pre-season games with avid interest, cheering wildly when sensible heads of hair go near the ball, and whooping with joy when those with terrible haircuts fumble and fall.
So ladies, if your better half is into Fantasy Football, maybe you should give it a go too. Do it for all those men who have been dragged into Lincraft and forced to feign an interest in throw rugs and a new type of stencil. And if you find yourself struggling to pick a team, remember the three words that will turn that all about.
Kittens. In. Sinks.
One of the growing list of ladies joining in the Jock Community? Sing out in the comments below and let us know how you’re matching it with the blokes in your life!