It is a big weekend for men around the country. They get to pretend they own a professional football team. It’s the fantasy draft. I do not understand it. Men who can’t figure out how to repair a dripping faucet spend weeks going through statistics plotting their strategy. They don’t have a salary cap because the players don’t get paid. I can guarantee you Eli Manning wouldn’t work for a dude flipping burgers at McDonalds. Oh, and there isn’t a prize. Even if their fake team wins the Superbowl they don’t get squat. I think it’s the equivalent of grown women getting together and having a Barbie beauty pageant.