Dear Peyton,
I get it; we don’t have a traditional relationship, and I knew what I was getting into when this whole thing started. Despite your long absences, I have stuck by you. Come on, some years I wouldn’t see you from December until August, and let’s not talk about 2011. However, it didn’t matter; my commitment to you has never wavered. Yes, there were Drew, Aaron, and Tom, but Eli was off-limits. That’s a little weird. You of all people should understand the sacrifices it takes to be the best. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you step out onto the field. It was 2003. It was right then, and there I knew I had to have you. The way you held onto the ball, the way your body moved and then… released. I could only think of one thing… no, not that; I’m married. I thought of Fantasy Football Superbowl. Together we could accomplish our dreams. You would get a ring, and I would get bragging rights as the only girl competing in my fantasy world. Do you know what a win like this does for women’s lib? Then my stadium lights were dimmed. Regardless, I stood strong, and I knew you would come back. That period of 1 year, eight months, and two days were almost too much to bear. The Colts made their decision, and I made mine, so it’s off to Denver for the both of us. We’ve been through so much together; how could I turn my back on your now? I would not be deterred by all the gossip over age or injury. You stepped onto the field, and I saw it, the mark that kept us apart for an entire season. But it was not just a scar on your neck; it was proof of our determination to stand by one another to get to our ultimate goal, The Superbowl. I knew then, and there you were, my fantasy. I know, one day, this will come to an end, and we’ll both have to move on, but for now, I’m enjoying every single snap, throw, and run. You should know; I support your decisions on the field, but not your choice in pizza.
Yours in Fantasy,
Christine
