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Fantasy Football: Worst of the worst trophy DIY

Three years ago, Josh finally convinced me to join the world of Fantasy Football.  Because I am a girl, and therefore do not have the extra part of my brain to store sports information like men do...I stink at it.
So, last year I was the lucky winner of the worst of the worst trophy.

Fantasy Football Loser Trophy


Well, needless to say I felt it was a little weak.  So I decided to make it a little more epic.

I decided that nothing says "worst of the worst" quite like a plunger....a golden plunger.

               DIY Fantasy Football Trophy supplies
Before
             
Spray painted plunger Fantasy Football Trophy
And after
I then found a base that I could use to mount my plunger with my baseball player.  I ended up with a plaque that had a lovely painting of some trees on it which I repainted.  For some reason I can't find any pictures of me painting it my chosen color (black) but I did find a nice view of the back showing its former wall hanging-ness.

Base for DIY Fantasy Football Trophy

So I repainted the lovely tree painting on the front black, and mounted my two pieces to the top using E-6000, which is pretty much my go-to for any and all gluing.  

And the finished product (I apologize for the terrible photo...a boy** took it.  

Golden Plunger DIY Fantasy Football Trophy

What do you think?  Are any of you part of the Fantasy Football craze?




**Please note I am not anti-boy photographers, this just happens to be a boy in the stereotypical sense that he has no vision or view for pretty things and took it with his mancave stuff in the background
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