Since his supposed retirement (we’ll see about that) from fantasy football, my husband has become something of a legend. Men who once were his
victims opponents, now call at all hours to get just a little wisdom from “UB” (abb. for “Unbreakables”, an ironic team name for a guy who has had two surgeries in the last four years). I hear the poetic half-conversations from Jason’s end of the telephone of who to trade and when. What to do about the unexpected injured guy, and how to get s0 and so to give you that player you need. I hear the ol’ stories of the draft day when UB brought a notebook with dividers for each position and the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, etc…pick for each one. (this is absolutely true, and his disciple Paul came to this year’s draft day notebook in hand).
Technically UB has only officially won one of the three years the league has exsisted, but he takes credit for all three victories. His controversial assistance for the season 2 victor has caused unity on the staff of CCC to be threatened. (Karen, how’s Jim doing? Is he still bitter?) And UB takes credit for last year’s victor because he chose Paul’s entire team for him (Paul had first pick due to being in last place the year before.)
So you may be asking what it’s like to be married to such a man? He’s handsome. He’s determined. He’s full of absolutely astounding amounts of information about the most obscure guy playing football (or even just warming a bench). So if your husband is struggling with his fantasy team, players are injured, stars are not performing well…just get in touch with the man, the myth, the legend, my husband and hero, The Unbreakable Jason Reyes.