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Courtesy of withleather.com this morning I see that a new organization has sprung up.  WAFS - or Women Against Fantasy Sports.  They even have a website (sort of).  my reaction to this:  Good Fucking Luck!  In all seriousness ladies, you DO NOT want to have this conversation with us.  Not now, not ever. 

I know that 95% of the questions that women ask men are rhetorical, and really are only posed to instigate a fight when the poor guy accidently says the wrong thing, or says the right thing with the wrong word order, but I’m telling you girls… back away from  this one.  Back away slowly.

Here’s why:  We choose fantasy sports.  Straight up.  I’m taking the dog, my recliner, and my motherfuckin’ laptop and I will sleep in the garage.  That’s fine.  We have wireless.  And don’t bring your witholding sex card out too fast because Fantasy football is played on the internet… and you know what else is on the internet?  Yeah.

So seriously, let’s just agree that this is off limits ok?  You don’t see us forming groups opposing shoe shopping or interior decorating or Sex in the City because it’s just not worth the collateral damage.  You have your vices and we have ours.  Yeah - it takes a lot of time. 60-80 hours a week if done properly, but those are the breaks.  Let’s just pretend WAFS never happened and we can get back to our daily routine of tolerance and overlooking obvious shortcomings.  Agreed?  Awesome,  now lets go have make-up sex - after I check my roster. (just real quick, I think I heard the guy next door yell earlier and there’s a chance he was yelling because he was watching football and someone got hurt… and if that happened then it could be one of my players, and I have to make sure that it wasn’t… ok?)

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