Consuelo’s husband Gregory had played Fantasy Football just once–and was now wallowing in helpless addiction. He carried five iPhones to keep up with Fantasy Golf, Skeet Shooting, Bowling, even Fantasy Curling (Who knew that even existed?)! March Madness only made things worse. He claimed that soon he could make enough prize money on Fantasy games to quit his job and just game for the winnings. She was hoping he’d forget the iPhones in his pants pockets as they went in the washing machine, maybe allowing for a weekend at Fantasy Island for them . . .