CBS Sports is now casting a “Judge Judy” like show for deciding fantasy sports arguments.  This is happening people. Here’s what they are looking for:

If you have a dispute and want to appear on the first episode of Fantasy Court, this is your chance. If you are selected, you will receive a free “pay” Fantasy League subscription from CBSSports.com. Send your submission to fantasycourt@vertigratedentertainment.com .

Please include the following in your e-mail…

· The name of your Fantasy league, your teams and if it is Fantasy Baseball or Fantasy Football.

· How your team was formed (friends from college, office, etc), and something else you want to tell us about your league that is interesting.

· A one paragraph description of your dispute, and something about the personalities of the two litigants.

That’s right, number crunching dorks (full disclosure: I am one of those dorks) arguing over things as minute as whether or not the fumble by a return man on a special teams play should count against that individuals players stats or against the DST (full disclosure: This argument actually happened in my league and it was a big deal) are FINALLY GETTING THEIR TIME TO SHINE!

If it hasnt happened already then fantasy sports have officially jumped the shark.  Time to hop on a new gaming trend people, in 5 years you will look at fantasy sports with the same disdain as POGS and Tamagotchi.

I do hope that this is just for CBS Sports’ website because if this ever sees time on television we will most certainly know that Mayans are correct and the end of times are coming.  I think some tablet they wrote on somewhere said this. FACT.

As you may have noticed, I’ve been away for a few weeks.  Something happened to me in recent days that really forced me to sit back and reconsider a lot of things in my life: I turned 30. 

Turning 30 wasn’t something that completely snuck up on me.  It probably started on my 27^th birthday.  That felt like the last real birthday of my 20’s.  When I hit 28, it was the beginning of the end.  People got married, kids were born, I started getting a few grey hairs…  Twenty-nine wasn’t really anything but a speed bump.  By this past April, I was staring down the barrel of true adulthood. 

They say that age is just a number; I don’t know, maybe it is, but this birthday hit me kind of hard.  My recovery involved many long walks, contemplative moments and pretending it was still July 2000 and not 2010, which was great until I realized that walking around in orange Abercrombie parachute pants and reeking of Curve wasn’t really a great idea.  In any case, during the course of my hiatus, I was hit with a number of revelations.  Some of them involved being a sports fan.  And while I hate people telling me what to do, I don’t care, I’m old now.  You have to listen to me.  Thus, my eight simple rules for the 30 year-old sports fan: Read the rest of this entry