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Nobody's asked how you're doing since the casseroles stopped.

The visits, the texts, the food on the porch — it all ran for about two weeks. Then everyone got back to their lives and the questions went with them.

 

Twelve dads. One fantasy season. One call every other week where somebody asks.

Why This League Exists

I was dropping my wife off at a new moms support group. She had a lot to carry that morning, so I walked in to help her get settled.

I knew it was a moms-only group. But before I could set down her bag, the facilitator snapped at me: "ONLY MOMS."

At first I was just angry. Disrespected in front of my wife.

By the time I got home I understood the anger was about something else. I felt alone. Disregarded. And it hit me that there are endless resources for mothers, and almost nothing built for the man going through the same thing three feet away.

I knew I needed to do something. I didn't know what yet.

A few days later I sat down to prep for my dynasty rookie drafts and noticed something. I was connected to more than sixty guys across my leagues. I'd been in some of them for years. And I could count my real connections on one hand.

That's when it clicked. Fantasy football is one of the last places men still gather consistently, year after year. We talk constantly — we compete, trade, trash talk, celebrate. And almost none of it ever scratches the surface. The infrastructure for brotherhood is already there. We just don't use it for anything real.

So I knew this was the first league I wanted to start under Mask Off Fantasy Football.

I've spent fourteen years as a therapist watching men suffer quietly because nobody ever taught them how to say what they were carrying. I know what happens when a guy loses a job and doesn't tell anyone. I know what fatherhood does to identity. I know the weight of being the rock while you're drowning.

This league is what I wish had existed for me that morning.

— Justin McClain, LCSW

The Details

Who's in it — Dads with kids under two. That's the only filter, and it does more than you'd think. Nobody has to explain himself. The guy across from you was up twice last night too.

When — Every other Wednesday, 7:30pm–8:45pm Eastern. After bedtime, hard stop, eleven weeks from the August draft through a closing call in January.

What it is — A real league. Draft, waivers, trades, trash talk. Fifteen minutes of football at the top of every call, then an hour on where you actually are.

The Season

Every week has a theme. Here are some examples:

  • Who you were before this. Parenting on no sleep. The trades you've made in your marriage.

  • The invisible mental load. Anger and where it comes from. The father you thought you'd be versus the one you are.

  • Boundaries with work and family. Money and the pressure to provide. Your own father, and whether you're using his model or rejecting it.

  • Holidays. Intimacy after kids. The friends you've lost. The moments you weren't proud of.

  • What shifted, and what you're committing to next.

 

How to Get In

 

Take the Internal Scouting Report, then a 30-minute zoom call with me. Twelve spots. Applications open in July.

 

 

What It Costs

 

$997 for the season — founding price for the first league. 

Or three payments of $333 — at signup, at kickoff, and at the trade deadline.

Includes your spot, 5 months of weekly connection with weekly challenges and biweekly calls- August through January, with a break over the holidays (Around 11 or so calls), a 1:1 intake call before the season, and the Mask Off swag shipped to you.

No buy-ins, no cash prizes. The champion names a charity and we donate in his name.

 

 

 

 

THE FINE PRINT

This is a peer group and a fantasy league — not therapy, and not a substitute for it. I'm a Licensed Therapist, but here I'm a facilitator, not your therapist. If you're dealing with something that needs clinical attention, tell me and I'll help you find the right person.

You're going to spend five months talking about football either way. Might as well do it with eleven guys who know your kid's name.

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