Kate Upton and a cold dish of lasagna.

Those might be the only two things that get more excited than the start of the fantasy football season.

I live for the flexing of my brain's sport muscle. I thrive off the anxiety of*whittling my time clock down on a decision to go with Jordy Nelson or Roddy White as my team's number one wideout. I often find myself scouring waiver wires on my iPhone app at public events instead of pretending to care about other people's conversation.

I live for coming up with a witty (and usually somewhat vulgar) fantasy name. (This year's...

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