The Football Fantasy

Mr. Snark has spent the last week preparing for some sort of football fantasy league draft. Apparently, it has required hours of research every night. The "draft" starts tonight at 7PM PST so Mr. Snark returned home from work hours in advance to spend more time doing research.

Mrs. Snark has been commanded to deliver her man's dinner two hours in advance of the normal dining time so that he is free by 7.

GET THIS: the clincher.  It's not even real football. He's playing on a computer!

It's sheer insanity and yet so totally laughable. Does anyone else have a hubby/SO engaged in this nonsense?