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Really disapointed. I've sheltered myself from football this year, it makes me sick. I wanted to play fantasy, I needed to play, I love gambling on sports, I love the whole get together with the 20 odd guys. All drinking, laughing and shouting. I love the knowledge of drafting a guy that no one thinks is good, then having him breakout. I love the close margins of victories, I love the standings, the custom names, the personalities of the guys. The transactions and phone calls, the whole communication process with strangers who are older than you but adhere to your will. I love the money, but it's the least of which matters. It's more about talking shit and strategy. The strategy and manipulation of time and people. Watching football on that Sunday after a hard week to see your receiver make a one handed grab on 3rd down. It's about teamwork, colitions and colesces. It's hard work and substancial effort. All of what I miss. Now the season is here, and watching football is like having a hot needle stabbed into my iris. It hurts because I hit the jackpot, I made friends, I loved it. It was thrilling, now I hear it in the background and I am tortured. Because of him. God.
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