I have ruined exactly 2.5 relationship because of my addiction to fantasy sports. The .5 is the one I’m currently ruining at this very moment. All good girls; cute, smart, fun to be with but I just couldn’t put them first. Recently, I came upon the realization that fantasy sports has taken over for porn. The other night when my girl caught me at 4:54 in the morning trying to add Clayton Kershaw to my fantasy baseball team, she actually told me she hated me. It was as if she would have actually preferred me to be looking at naked pictures of Pamela Anderson then fretting over who I was going to drop to create space for my new ace (rhyming unintended but that is why WCBIAS is more than just a sports blog, its an experience). To be honest, my past relationships tell me that most girls would probably rather prefer their man to be surfing spankerwire than the waiver wire. Why you ask? Well, although girls hate porn they know their man would always prefer a real live naked women (them) to some image on a screen that they can’t touch. However, with fantasy sports, the women today really aren’t sure where they stand in comparison. It’s uncharted territory for them. It’s like, I know he says he loves me but he cries when his closer blows a save and doesn’t seem to bat an eye when I have a bad day at work. Why does he spend hours a day on the phone with his best friend talking about the rookie call up Jay Bruce (he went 3-3 with 2 walks, 2 rbi, 2 runs, and a steal in a spectacular debut) but seems completely put out when I want to talk about our future? The answer is because fantasy sports is the new porn and we are addicted like we never have been before. Sorry ladies but it’s true.
