As part of the activity schedule for NFL junkies, I drove into the office yesterday for our fourth annual fantasy football draft. For this strange male ritual, my wife looks at me as if I was fodder for a Margaret Mead investigation, but alas, she has none of Mead’s curiosity (or, thankfully, her tendency to make things up).

In a nutshell, ten of us select a roster of current NFL players, and then once the season begins, we “play” each other head to head and see whose players score the most touchdowns and gain the most yards in a given week. It’s a chance for NFL junkies to raucously compare notes on which players are great, and which ones stink. It also makes any game on TV interesting for its “fantasy” implications.

But the highlight of the draft is often my MRC colleague Geoff “You Can’t Beat Me You Can Only Hope to Contain Me” Dickens, who makes so many draft choice trades you can’t figure out whose turn it is to pick. The whole room erupted in laughter and ridicule when Dickens chose Pittsburgh backup running back Amos Zeroeue in the fourth round. Try to explain the fun of that to the Mrs.

PS: to Corner fan Brian Olexy, you will NOT beat my team this year. My picks were crazier than yours.