What I Learned Tonight

Taking part in an auction draft (even a practice one) and re-stringing a catchers mitt at the same time is really really hard. Don't try it.

These Are the Days of Miracle and Wonder

Here in beautiful south-central Wisconin, God has seen fit to drop another eleventy-bajillion inches of snow on us. I guess the Almighty figured the previous eleventy-bajillion inches were getting loney.

But you know what? I'm OK with it. Because Yahoo has opened up registration for its fantasy baseball leagues. It's really the second-happiest day in February -- the first, of course, being the day pitchers and catchers report.

I've got my four leagues set up. And according to Yahoo's handy countdown clock, my first draft is in 34 days and ten minutes. Better start getting my lists ready...

Dilemma

I play in three fantasy leagues along with my girlfriend. After one month, she is beating me in all three, and not by just a little bit, either. Frankly, she's kicking my ass.

So, should I shoot myself, or marry her?

Bittersweet Symphony

My definition of the time when you are extremely proud of someone at the same time they are making you rip your hair out?

When your girlfriend picks FOUR DIFFERENT PLAYERS in your fantasy baseball draft that you were waiting to grab with your own next pick.

Golden Age

Bob, myself, and a group of our friends play fantasy baseball. Some of us started way back in 1994, and have never really stopped. Anyway, our first league draft of 2007 is this Friday night, and, like all fantasy baseball geeks with no real life, I've been spending a lot of time lately studying players.

You know what I've found? We are living in a Golden Age of talent. With college programs always improving, with the Caribbean sending player after player to the States, with more and more Japanese players coming over every year (saw Daisuke Matsuzaka for the first time today, he's everything I had heard), the game is awash in talent. I don't think I've ever seen a year in which there are so many good players at every position.

Someone like Bob Feller is always around to try and tell you that players in his day were so much better than these overpaid stiffs today. Guys like Bob Feller are wrong. These, as Paul Simon once said, are the days of miracle and wonder.