I run into someone every week who tells me they can't understand how I separate real football from fantasy, but hey, I do. And Monday night I couldn't have cared less that I was watching Jeff Garcia eliminate one of my fantasy teams from the playoffs. Because all that mattered was Garcia leading my favorite real team to the real playoffs.
Obviously I play fantasy football and cover it for a living, so this is hardly meant to denigrate what I do. You can't do this job, bring energy, passion and knowledge to each day of work without enjoying the game and its intricacies. But I was a Philadelphia Eagles fan long before I knew what fantasy football was. And to me, while pride and potential monetary reward are a beautiful thing and often the result of a fantasy championship, I get more enjoyment when my favorite team wins a big game. And boy, did that happen!