I agreed to join a fantasy baseball league in a moment of weakness earlier this year. Randy Capps, a former sportswriter here, was begging for more people to join. So before knowing the work - and now the angst - it entails, I agreed.
It sounded logical. I like baseball. I played softball for years, so I know the rules. It's a solid sport. I like the uniforms. I'm competitive.
So I joined.
I've regretted it ever since.
My team, which I dubbed the Flamingoes, hovered in fourth place through May in a league of all males - many former or current sportswriters. I was proud of my little pink buddies.
Since then, I have plummeted to a solid 10th place. I'm 10 points behind the guy in 9th place and more points than I can admit behind the league leader.
And it's all because of injuries. I've had a total of 8 guys on the disabled list in the past three
weeks. One guy has even been on it twice. I also had a pitcher suspended for fighting.
The guys call it fantasy baseball, but that's a misnomer. It's really nightmare baseball.
So here's hoping for a healthy few weeks.
I'd really like to say that one random chick (get it, Flamingoes, chick) from lifestyles beat at least one sports writer.
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6 comments:
I guess I didn't tell you that fantasy baseball is, by far, the toughest fantasy sport out there.
I'd pick on you more, but I'm in 8th place, leaving me little room to talk.
it's definitely nightmare baseball. I said I was done playing it last year but ended up playing again this year. Everyday I am either happy or angry at how my team does. I am in first and I constantly say my team stinks since i usually am losing for most of the week(head-to-head league) before eeking out victories. And yes James Shields hurt me pretty good with that 4 earned in one inning.
No whining (or crying)on the fantasy baseball field.
No whining on the fantasy baseball field.
I'm just glad Jake Peavy's back. I could kiss that guy. (But I might get arrested for stalking in the process)
In all fairness, I do have to admit that when in doubt about what player to draft, I went with the better looking.
Perhaps I should adopt a new drafting technique next year - Talent over beauty.
(But I do have a pretty flock of Flamingoes for now.)
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