Baseball to start, Pittsburgh to end this…maybe those two things will interact soon. I hope so.
LOVE
I love fantasy baseball season. It is hands down the hardest of all fantasy sports. It is a long season and only the strong survive.
People who know me personally, probably feel I know way more about baseball than any person should.
That may be true, but while I have a vast knowledge of the game, there is one prize I have never obtained — a fantasy baseball championship trophy.
I think one reason this may be true is this. For the first 10 years I did fantasy baseball, it was rotisserie style where one month in your place in the standings was decided.
No ifs, ands or buts about it. Anyone out there who has played that style scoring knows that sucks.
Three years ago, I got into head-to-head scoring. That is a nice change, but I still could not bust out a championship.
Discouraging as it was/is, I continue to fight on. I am three leagues this season — sadly none paid leagues.
Still, I take this stuff seriously the whole season. Even if I am in last place with one month to go, I work with my line-up. That sounds like a waste of time and it is, but what else do I have going on in my life. I work, I watch reality TV and I read about 1,000 articles online a week.
I am in three autodrafts as well. That can be good and bad.
Good — I did not have to sit in front of a computer for four hours dissecting the 200 and 201st best player in the MLB.
Bad — I did not have to sit in front of a computer for four hours dissecting the 200 and 201st best player in the MLB.
Either way I am looking forward to what is out there. The baseball season stretches longer than any other season and to have a vested interest in a lot of teams because of fantasy is a ton of fun. Nothing like looking over Washington National statistics in August.
HATE
I hate when people drop out of fantasy leagues of any time or make a commitment to a league and do not do their part — money, sticking with the league or watching trade stuff. People generally have pretty boring lives. I know this because I know people.
Everyone likes to say they are doing this and that, but that is a bunch of hooey.
Read two or three articles on fantasy stuff, listen to a 25 minute podcast and you are ready to go. I work a crazy shift and I find time.
Stick with a league, find 45 to 90 minutes a week and man up. Cripes.
COMPLETE SIDENOTE
Last weekend, I stepped out of my college basketball cocoon for about two hours to see what the world had done with it self since I last saw it.
So here is a bit of roundup of what I saw from watching many different people.
My first endeavor was to the car was.
I am vain. I admit and I move on.
As I was waiting in the line to get my car washed, I looked back in the rearview mirror and noticed a many who had to be about 50 — I am guessing because of his salt and pepper hair and style of car.
He was looking at himself in his vanity mirror like a madman.
I got a chuckle from this and thought to myself, ‘that is you in 30 years.’
MY next stop was to Rite Aid.
Teenagers were outside on their bicycles just hanging out. Is that was the kids do now?
I certainly hope that was just a pit stop from knocking down mail boxes and causing havoc.
Please tell me that was a diversion from shenanigans. Please.
In Rite Aid, an elderly woman was shopping with her daughter. My guess the daughter was 50. The elderly woman was shopping for something not only I had never heard of, but her daughter had not either.
It was a probably a product the old lady got 30 years ago and was taken off the market because it caused cancer. Nonetheless, she was adamant the hair product existed. I wish I could remember what she said.
My next stop was Wal Mart. One-hundred percent of the time in Wal Mart you will see something that makes you question society. I love Wal Mart, but it took less than five seconds for me to get pissed.
A father and son are standing at the entrance swing around a fishing pole like they were in their back yard.
Hello crazy dad, there are people around. I had to limbo myself underneath the pole and juke to avoid a person not watching where she was walking. Good opening to the shopping experience I thought. Despite some guy continuing walking in front of me as I was shopping for car products, it was a quick trip in and out.
My last stop was the Shenango Valley Mall.
I went to the book store first. I like book stores for multiple reasons.
1.) Books.
2.) Big-ass photography books.
3.) Hopes of seeing some smart, smoking hottie (In Hermitage this is less likely to happen than anywhere in the country — I am convinced of this).
4.) People who do not read, but go in book stores because someone they know wants a book.
That last group is the most hilarious.
I saw three of four of those things/people at the store. I will let you guess which one I did not see.
My overall analysis of the day was this. People are so interesting to watch. I think this is why I miss living in the city so much. In a city, you can legitimately sit somewhere for hours and just watch people interact.
I remember sitting in Market Square with Matt Adams and Carrie Potter. We would just sit and mock people the entire time. Sometimes we would make up the conversations we wish people were having with someone else. If Matt and Carrie read this I am sure they will remember the class of students where the one kid obviously liked this girls. That was a lot of fun.
I miss city life. I hope to get back sooner rather than later.
Nothing like taking two hours of my day to go out into Hermitage to bring back those fond memories of a time not so long ago in Pittsburgh.