March 30, 2010


        I'm almost completely sure joining a Fantasy Baseball League will ruin my life and reputation.  Before you judge, it's a favor for a boy.  Annnndd an excuse (cover up) to finally live out my moneyball dreams.  I suspect I was solely invited to pad his league stats, improving his own sneaky snake odds because you know I'll be cellar dwelling out the gate and well into September call-ups.  I'm stubborn.  I'm the asshole nepotist that will draft a Dodger heavy line up, refuse to pick up ANY San Francisco Vagiants, Phillies or player(s) of questionable character.  Guess what Wainwright? You're good but I don't like the cut of your jib,  you're out.  You too Wandy Rodriguez.  What kind of name is Wandy?  Ladies reject logic,  we rely on feelings and trickery.  That's what I bring to the league.  I can't wait to act out.  I don't even know what I'm doing, if there is a way to pick up retired Dmitri Young, I'll find it.   If it's late in the season and my elimination # is in sight-  I'll go balls to the wall and assemble an all-chunkytown squad.   Dennys Reyes & Nick Johnson I'm looking your way.

        You know how I spent my afternoon? Looking for ridiculous baseball cards for my avatar. Ugh "avatar." See, see, new lows.  I went with the Ron Washington for now.  Anyway, you know where to find me.  Myspace begot Facebook, Facebook begot Yahoo! Fantasy Sports Baseball.