Fantasy Football: The Movie
To the veteran fantasy football players of the world, there is nothing more interesting than their own fantasy team, and nothing quite as boring as yours.
Which is why I was skeptical when I heard about Fantasy Football: The Movie, also known as "10 Yards," a documentary that will focus on something called "THE INTERGALACTIC CHAMPIONSHIP League." On the face of it, a fantasy football documentary seemed like it had all the potential of, say, a documentary about water. I mean, I have enough trouble remembering that Nate Burleson is an evil soul-sucking fantasy points vacuum, and frankly I don't care that much about any of the other people in either of my leagues, certainly not about their teams. (Sorry guys.) I'm envisioning dramatic shots of some guy at the office trying to tell some other guy about how he would have won last week if he had started DeAngelo Williams instead of DeShaun Foster, and how he hates John Fox, while the other guy pretends to listen and checks his e-mail. I love stuff like that.
"Definitely, that's something that we're consciously talking about," director Hunter Weeks said when I expressed my concerns. "We don't want the film to be people talking about why their teams are good; we want to show this macro picture of how fantasy football integrated into our society."
And so in addition to the league stuff there will be various vignettes, and so the film-makers are going to the tryouts of an all-women's football team in Alabama that runs a fantasy football league, and they went to a Fraternal Order of Police fantasy draft in D.C. that included some guy who flies police helicopters, and they'll follow around a Rhode Island mayoral candidate and fantasy football enthusiast. (Campaign slogan: "Forward With Fung.")
Weeks told me it would be an "inspirational comedy."
The one thing they have going for them is this: their previous effort was a documentary about a guy who rode a Segway across the country.
(If someone were making a movie about my league, the best moment would be draft day 2005, when the commissioner's four-year-old son threatened to kick one of the owners in a particularly sensitive part of the body. But I know, you don't care about my fantasy football league.)
September 22, 2006; 12:49 PM ET
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