Emptiness in Fantasy Baseball

Here's pretty much how every day goes:
I go to class, go to work, then come home and wait for baseball games to start. Then I spend about 2 hours overall sitting in front of the computer watching my players' stats get updated. If I have a pitcher pitching that day, I spend 3 hours on it because I literally watch every pitch my pitcher throws.

Here's the sad part:
This past week I did amazing. I demolished every team in my league. Come Sunday, I was so far ahead of the team I was playing it was not mathematically possible for him to beat me. Still, I watched the games like normal. Still, I spent a couple hours paying attention to something that didn't matter. It's like continuing to watch the Braves game when they're winning 15-2 in the 9th innning and you got plenty of stuff better to do.

Fantasy baseball is my drug. I have to have it. My mood is dependent on my success. It has taken control of me. Like all addictions, they never satisfy, but we always cling to them. What's sad is not just that I'm being enslaved by this, but that I voluntarily subject myself to its bondage.


....gone to Hilton Head for a few days w/ no internet. Fantasy Baseball, I hope you soon lose control and die. But not really, because I'll miss you.