http://www.realfooty.com.au/news/ne...fe-out-of-footy/2009/03/06/1235842661811.htmlDream teams suck the life out of footy
A LONG time ago, before the dream team became a popular tool for football marketing men to mine yet another rich vein of cross-promotional opportunities, I was part of what was then called a fantasy football league.
By the standards of today's sophisticated enterprises with their elaborate statistical formats, instant updates and the other bells and whistles of the electric interweb, it was a modest operation. A 10-team league run by an appropriately named fellow, Herbert, on behalf of a group of academics and associated geeks whose obsession with sport was in inverse proportion to their ability.
There was no family sedan up for grabs, just a collection of hand-made trophies. What set our league apart from the officially endorsed money-making exercises now promoted by the major football leagues and media outlets was that it was real.
Rather than spending imaginary salary caps with the click of a mouse we huddled around a table for the draft. We held functions and raised money for charity. We twittered at the bar. We held a presentation night.
And, in the end, we gathered to mourn Herbert, whose death deprived us of the will to keep going (not to mention the only person with the obsessive-compulsive tendencies and lenient office hours required to compile and distribute the statistics).
I was thinking about Herbert and our fantasy football league during a recent AFL game as the television scoreboard flashed up the dream team statistics as if they were now an integral part of the game.
I was thinking that, rather than engaging people in the game by asking them to absorb and analyse its statistical minutiae and making them members of some "virtual football community", mass-entry internet dream teams are another way sport has been dehumanised.
Like the bucket seats that have replaced the terraces where you would wander around and yarn and strike up an acquaintance that could last for a half or for a lifetime, dream teams make you part of a massive crowd with which you have little meaningful interaction.
Which makes the dream team no different than most new forms of communication that sell brief, impersonal encounters as "social networking".
Dream team is just another way you can communicate far more about far less to no one in particular.
Not that dream team competitions are the only example of a game's numerical ephemera becoming more compelling for some than the human contests which created it.
There has long been a vast battalion of brown cardigan-clad cricket-stat geeks for whom the game exists only to produce lists of bespectacled left-handed openers who scored seven on debut, or other such gems they can recite with the satisfaction party bores would once perform the Parrot Shop Sketch.
Americans, the original perpetrators of dream team competitions, are even more obsessive. Indeed, you could be forgiven for thinking that baseball is played only so the trajectory of each pitch, the number of splinters from each broken bat and the chomps taken on each wad of chewing tobacco could be recorded in vast tomes that make Wisden look as meaty as Spot Goes To The Park.
The AFL dream team competition at least gives consequence to statistics that have become relatively meaningless to observers of the games. The endless chipping around the edges is doubtless entertaining if the players waxing the footy are in your dream team.
Happily, not all dream teams are now trapped in cyberspace. A friend runs a traditional fantasy football competition which boasts 32 teams in two divisions. They have a robust draft, very personal head-to-head competition and, if their habit of allowing dream team allegiances to interfere with real matches — "Yeah, I hate him too but I've got him in my dream team" — can be distracting, their fantasy world of one-upmanship and side bets is very real. Very human.
Not just more cross-promotional hits on the electric interweb.
Apparently monty had a dig at him on his site, and now it has mysteriously become unavailable.
I think Hinds fails to acknowledge how DT has evolved - i think he could of made this a great article if he had of gone from his mates playing that traditional fantasy footy, to how it is today and explored how it has come this far, and where it is today.
Not to be.
Thoughts?