A package from New York.
I was pretty excited because I knew what was in it...
my birthday present from Brianna and Spencer...
and THE TROPHY.
THE TROPHY goes to the winner of our family fantasy football league.
Last year, Brianna's team won the league, so the trophy lived with her in Buffalo.
She loved THE TROPHY. Rumor has it, she even referred to it as, "My Precious," a time or two. But in a much less creepy tone of voice than Gollum used, I'm sure.
But this year, I won THE TROPHY.
My triumphant rise to victory came as a surprise to everyone, myself included. I have many talents, but none of them are sports related. When I watch a football game on TV, I don't watch the game so much as I watch for Spencer on the sidelines. Then, once I spot him, I change the channel to NCIS or Project Runway.
But this year I came up with a brilliant strategy for winning and, because I am a kind and sharing type of girl, I will tell you what that brilliant, fool-proof strategy was.
This year, instead of forgetting to check my team for byes and injuries once October rolled around, I remembered to check on my team for the whole football season. 
And there you have the secret to my success: constant vigilance.
That, and having Drew Brees as my QB.
And now, thanks to Mr. Brees God-given talents and my ability to remember that I am part of a fantasy football league, THE TROPHY get's to live in a place of honor in my home for a full year.
And I am planning on making the most of this year, because the odds of me every getting to host THE TROPHY again are slim to none.
Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go polish THE TROPHY.My precious... my precious...I wins it... my precious...
