I’m big into fantasy football, but spending Big Game weekend snowed in with a stranger who’s way out of my league isn’t how I thought my bowl watching would go.
But sometimes Fate has a way of making the fantasies you didn’t know you had come true.
I left his hotel room after a long night of running up the score. But two weeks later, I’m still not sure who won.
It kind of feels like I lost.
We never agreed on anything more than a fling. And even though we flung ourselves at each other a lot over the course of the night, that’s all it was. All it could ever be.
But when we come face-to-face again in the most unexpected place, I’m convinced Fate has a sense of humor . . . and a secret romantic side.
Fantasy Football is a standalone sports romance especially for those who say game on to some full contact, bump and run style football on any given game day.