We love our supporters.  We love the fact that you understand our site and want to make out if it exactly what we intended – a place to come and share those “you are not going to believe this one!” kind of stories and let others know that they are not alone. Some of these tales are in such WAFS form that we have decided to spotlight you.

Our Spotlight this month is on Suzi Shelton. Here's her story.

The Tale of the TRUE Trophy Wife by Suzi Shelton

I guess my story would begin when my husband (boyfriend at the time) moved in with me in my tiny 650 sq. foot apartment 8 years ago. I always knew that he was a football fan., more specifically, a BROWNS fan.We are both from Cleveland, so this was not a big deal. However, that was only the beginning.

When Dave came to live with me in NYC, his HUGE TV was the one and only possession that came with him. That should have been my first clue - AND that football was on all day Sunday and  Monday nights.

 "Are the Browns playing again?" I would ask.  "No, Honey, but I have to watch  ALL of the games to see if my fantasy team is going to pull it off this week!"

Fantasy Team?  I had no idea.

Then the fatmen arrived.  At least 20 little fat men trophies came to live with us, and the only place that they would fit was under our bed (talk about bad Chi!).  Not only had he designed and sculpted them with his own hands, he was starting a business in selling these fat men in masses, and other  guys were buying them!

It was then that I realized that he was serious about Fantasy Sports, and that I was trapped...

But, there was one time where I doubted my ability to tolerate his fantasy football obsession...

A few years later, I was sitting on our couch pregnant with our daughter. We were deciding our vacation plans to Ohio and trying to reserve our flight. I was due the third week in September, but I didn't want to fly too close to my due date, so I was booking flights home the last week in August.

"Just so you know, my fantasy draft in Cleveland is September 4th?!" Dave said.

"Yeah, so?" I said. "I guess you will have to miss it this year."

"Miss it?" Dave practically barked back at me. "Not a chance. I'll just come home a week later."

"What did you say?" I asked.

That was the end of that discussion. Instead, he invested in a new phone with speed dial and a headset that a telemarketer would find hilarious and switched us to a new long distance plan so that he could "draft" (for 5 hours) over the phone from NYC.

UNBELIEVABLE!

I went into labor a few days later...

Obsessed? Yes. Addicted? Quite Possibly...

Last but not least, this past fall - for our annual trip, my 6' 2 husband, flew from NYC to Cleveland with a dislocated hip that was so painful he had to be pushed from the airplane to the baggage claim in a WHEELCHAIR!  However, that night was his fantasy draft. DID HE SKIP IT? HELL NO!

He popped some vicodin and limped his sorry self to the draft where he had to withstand constant ridicule and taunting from his "Buddies" while drafting in excruciating pain from a couch all night!

Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to sound like a complainer. There is a silver lining. My husband did finally win his league last year after a 16 year drought and the prize money bought us a new 42" flat screen that I can sit and watch OPRAH on. Never mind it's partially blocked by his league's "Armchair Quarterback" trophy that sits in front of it.

Fantasy Trophy Wife

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