
For the HairyBear Brothers, Honeybear and GareBear.
How does one dominate the Pleb’s without heavy ammo? This is a Gentleman’s duel and I ain’t got a cannon because it’s in the repair shop. Rich Harden, Eric Bedard, Mark Prior, D-Train, Joakim, Phil Hughes, Brad Lidge most years.
Every year round this time I put on my Kerouac and dive into a draft day manifesto for the burning passion that is Fantasy Baseball. Sure, I aped the idea from Matthew Berry of ESPN and Bill Simmons of Grantland, what of it? And just like Simmons I learned last year that the Got’ Damned Competition be peepin’ my tactics thanks to the printed word.
Initially this simply led me to hold back on publication ‘till after this years Uber Draft….but then I got lost in the ponder. Initially I intended to go into statistical depth to explain why this was the year I went the ZiMA route, that’s Zero Investment Mound Aces for you Rooks and Fish. With Moneyball in the air I was gonna fly my geek flag high and proclaim the wisdom of a “better way.”
I didn’t like it, the soul was missing from the song. Discussion on strategy is static, it’s boring and for the uninitiated it’s intimidating. How could I convey the passion behind my logic? What would drive a man to spend his fake dollars on nothing but offense? That’s right kids, I spent every dollar I could on offense this year, and spent nothing but the bare minimum on pitching. I did this in every league I participate in, I’m surfing the dollar bin for starters, chasing setup guys with upside for closers.
Why take the risk?
1: The Goal is to Crush Offense and figure out the rest as the season goes on.
2: Dontrelle F’in Willis and Joakim MotherF’in Soria.
Dontrelle is the more egregious of these offenders, let’s just say more than one season was derailed by the D Train….and last years brilliant plan to focus on high ratio closers went down faster than a freshman on prom night when Soria became the punch-line to “What could the Royals have moved and gotten Jesus Montero in return?
So many pitchers have broken my heart….that’s right, they’ve legitimately hurt my feelings…..that’s how serious I take this imaginary game. I’ve kissed them with my eyes closed tight and been left standing on a mound like Drew Barrymore with no Prince Charming riding in from center. I’ll never give one of those rat bastards a shred of my teams budgetary hymen ever….eeeeeever again.
How do they do it? I don’t know…pitchers are fragile but it seems like a guarantee that if I target you in a draft a career year is not in the cards......................It hurts, and so no more. You win, I don’t ever want to pay for a pitcher I want ever again. Is that Suessical enough to merit a grin?
Instead I’m gonna take this armada of bats I assembled and pull some wire to wire pimp stick sodomy runs. Ichiro ain’t dead…and the 3 hole is gonna turn him into an Asian Hulk…..Prince is gonna make his ‘em all forget about his Daddy in Detroit, because he hates his Daddy and because he’s gonna go off for 763 home runs this season alone….Michael Bourne is gonna steal me the league with those 60 steals of his….Howie Kendrick with FINALLY fulfill that mythical notion of “promise”…and the black magic man Ervin Santana and his fellow $1 All Stars are gonna lead me a Gashouse Gang of pitching that’s gonna Get Along GangRape every one of these jerkballs in my league….Eric Aybar? SOD! Emilio Bonifacio?!?!? 5 POSITION ELIGIBILITY! Where I come from a man gets shot in Reno for that kinda speedy action with sexxxy options.
Ervin Santana for a Dollar? That’s right, chumps be actin’ crazy up in here. It takes passion, the will to dominate, the copper scent of domination and seduction. And I can’t wait to rub it all over my opposition like a Carnival Bukkake.
I made mention of two mens asses I wanted to kick....truthfully I'd like to kick many in the name of fantasy domination, but these two in particular because they are worthy intellects, and only worthy prey bring the joy of a kill. Yep, I get my adult hobby jollies pretending to own a baseball team and browbeat my friends regarding their perceived shortcomings within this arena.....victims....aren't we all? ….and all over a Silly Little Game.


