"Fantasy Sports Anonymous" Page 1
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I stand up and slowly walk to the podium.  My hands are sweating and I am
nervous beyond belief.  “Hello.  My name is Lenon Honor,” I pause, my voice
trembling in fear.  I start again, “My name is Lenon Honor and I am a
recovering Fantasy Sports-aholic.”

“It’s ok man!” shouted a young Indian man.  “Yeah we’re all here for you bro,”
proclaimed a handsome young man wearing a light blue cap with ‘Calimada
Rules All Fantasy Sports’, etched into its’ bill.

The encouragement proved to work.  I quickly composed myself, took a deep
breath and finished, “I want to thank all of you for allowing me to be a part of
Fantasy Sports Anonymous.  I know that F.S.A. will help me with my addiction
problem.”

The small group of young men erupted into cheer, some even standing to
show their support.  In that moment I felt secure in knowing that we were all on
the long road to Fantasy Sports Addiction recovery.

I quickly took my seat, greeted by a group of smiles.  Everyone in attendance
seemed to be proud of me, like I was their only begotten son who had just hit
a grand slam in little leagues.  But I did notice that there was one guy whose
face was empty of emotion.

“Bob,” the group leader called.  “You're up next.”

Bob’s face remained emotionless.  There was an arrogance about him that
made me uneasy.  He took to the podium with a quickness, shook his head
and began,