Never really looked at any of the Fantasy games, fishing, football, basketball, etc., until last season when I had a bud tell me he had dropped me from his fantasy team. Ouch.
That's like stabbing a guy in the back. Like not picking your best friend for the backyard baseball game. Like kissing your sister just to see what it's like.
Thought he was a good friend, but I guess the reality of not catching enough fish was biting more people in the butt than just me.
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