People have this strange tendency for self-destruction, to imagine their worst fears on endless loop and lash out at loved ones and subscribe to email newsletters they don’t actually want to read. This isn’t having one too many at happy hour or putting off work for an extra hour of sleep. People, all people, do things that don’t feel good in the moment or pay off in the long run. It’s one of the mysteries that makes humanity both compelling and maddening.
What I am trying to say is, I cannot comprehend why we all keep playing fantasy football.