During the NFL season, I might as well have split personalities.
My husband introduced me to fantasy football two seasons ago, and I’ve been in love ever since. (Those of you who keep up with this column on a regular basis know this.)
However, because of my extremely competitive nature, my mood tends to change a lot from September to February.
I’m an exceptionally happy winner, but the oh-so-sorest of losers.
We’ve joined two leagues this year and the first week of the season, my teams went 0-2.