Thursday-night NFL games are here to stay, and I'm the rare football fan who wishes otherwise.

Fantasy football is the source of my objection.

Look, I already take fantasy football way too seriously. It produces anxiety. I like it when that anxiety is limited to a couple of days a week, and I can then live the other five days of the week like a normal human being. Thursday-night games add at least one more day of anxiety, sometimes more.

Take last week for example. The Bears were playing the 49ers on Thursday night. I have Matt Forté in one of my leagues. The Bears' running game has been abysmal, although Forté has managed to stay somewhat productive thanks to his receiving totals. I talked myself into benching Forté last week and replacing him with Laurence Maroney. The reasoning seemed sound: Forté has had good rushing games only against bad run defenses, and the 49ers' run defense isn't bad. Forté's big receiving games had come in games where the Bears were playing from way behind and their opponents were conceding short dump-off passes, and the game with the 49ers figured to be close. Maroney had been playing fairly well, and with Sammy Morris and Fred Taylor out, the Patriots had no better rushing options.

As we know, the fantasy gods do not smile upon over-management, and they smacked me down accordingly. Forté rolled up 161 total yards (with 120 receiving yards) and dramatically outperformed Maroney.

Yes, dumb move by me. I had trouble sleeping last Thursday night, obsessing about my poor decision as I tossed and turned. I continued to obsess over the next two days, convinced that benching Forté would cost me that week's game. It turned out that I was waxed so badly, the decision didn't matter. But how was I to know?