This Year
Here's the situation: Yahoo Private League. 11 Teams. Rotisseree. Somewhat unorthodox 7x6 format. Live draft. Once again, I'm Vinnie's Pizzeria, the name of my little league squad, on which I was allowed to plod around the first base bag in the late innings when not banished to the hinterlands known as left field.
The girlfriend is leery.
As usual, I consider the teams of close friends to be my real rivals. Of course, this is completely nonsensical (but then again so is fantasy baseball). Thus, in my fantasy addled brain the teams to beat are The Boro Boys, Metallic Pea, and The Premature Greys. My mission for the next 7 months is to bury them in the fantasy dust, to mix 6 or 7 metaphors.
The girlfriend is leery.
As usual, I consider the teams of close friends to be my real rivals. Of course, this is completely nonsensical (but then again so is fantasy baseball). Thus, in my fantasy addled brain the teams to beat are The Boro Boys, Metallic Pea, and The Premature Greys. My mission for the next 7 months is to bury them in the fantasy dust, to mix 6 or 7 metaphors.
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