It happened again.
No, I wasn’t banned from a CiCi’s Pizza. My kid, Elise, beat me.
In fantasy football.
It’s a bit old hat by now, because this is the second time it’s happened. And she’s pretty good at it. The past two seasons, she and I have been in the final four in the playoffs. If anyone thought dad was calling the shots for the kid, well, they don’t think that anymore.
She’ll ask my opinion on whom to sit and who to start (Danny Amendola or Pierre Garcon?), who she should pick up off the waiver wire (Michael Floyd?) and what I think of her team name (Peoria Stag Beetles). It’s just awesome to talk football with your kid.
I probably brought this on myself.
Last week, I wrote a guest blog for Tiffany at Gladiator in Heels about the first time Elise beat her old man in fantasy football. She runs a Blog Hop Blitz that encourages posts about football and food (how perfect, right?)
Check out how it went down the first time. And just know that heads will roll (virtually) around the Sun City Skunk Kings home office today.