Literacy Narrative

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Fantasy Football for Dummies by a Dummy
Larry Wilson
Fantasy football is a football competition with a league of imaginary teams comprised of real professional football players that the participants own, manage, and coach. The fantasy league games are scored and won or lost based on statistics generated by actual players or teams during their actual games. Today, this is all done automatically via a computer, a web site, television, or even a mobile phone, but it did not start out that way. This virtualization of the game led me down a path of realization that if I wanted to run a fair, fun, and competitive fantasy football league, a good deal of writing was required of me.
I began playing fantasy football back in 1994 with a group of Marines while stationed in Japan when computers were rare and the Internet was not yet a reality for most. Instead, we utilized the box scores of the games printed in the newspaper the following day, which contained the pertinent statistics required to calculate the fantasy scores for each manager’s team. This was a slow, tedious, and time-consuming process to be sure, but it also provided me as commissioner of the league a great deal of control. Nearly all communication regarding the league was accomplished verbally and in person since we were all deployed overseas together. Everything from league rules to scores to disputes were handled this way and therefore there was a minimal requirement for writing. Over the years, however, this format began to change. Our group found themselves leaving for tours of duty in other states and countries, but fortunately these changes did not spell the end of our league. It was about this time that computers and the Internet began permanently carving out their niche in society and fantasy football became a game we could play from afar. These new technologies simplified…...

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