Why can’t I quit fantasy football?

I recently asked myself that question during the third hour of a five-hour-long draft that consumed too much of a beautiful summer Saturday. This is my 18th season participating in a nearly-30-year-old fantasy league, run by some old friends in Redondo Beach.

Perhaps my addiction to fantasy football is simply habit. Or perhaps my problem is just that I’m Californian.

The Golden State has a talent for inventing marvelous, irresistible things — from the smartphone to motion pictures, Rocky Road ice cream to the Korean barbecue taco. But sometimes our creations merely waste time and give us headaches. Consider the Popsicle (they melt all over before you can finish them) or the wave at stadiums (sit down and watch the game, fans!).

Fantasy football is ano

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