And I don't want to know, and I'm proud I don't know. I strongly suspect that it's even more closeted-gay than gladiator movies and regular sports are. If I'm wrong about theism and there is a God and St Peter is running the Pearly Gates and he asks me to justify my life, my first response will be to look him in the eye -- even though I'm autistic and it's often very hard for me to look people in the eye at all, and I can rarely do it for more than a second or so at a stretch even if I'm really relaxed -- and to say, "I never even bothered to learned what fantasy sports is. You can tell already just by the name that it's for huge closet-cases."
And then I'll stroll on into Paradise.