My Personal Fantasy Baseball Strike

That’s it. I’ve had it. Don’t bother sending me your invites to your Yahoo, Sportsline, or MLB.com leagues. This year I am officially on strike. No more fantasy baseball for me.

You might ask “Why John? Why abandon leagues you have been a part of for nearly a decade?” To which I offer you a very simple answer. I can’t stand ‘em anymore and I hate what they do to even the best baseball fans.

Fantasy baseball takes every day good-natured fans and turns them into uber-cynical, maniacal, stat-oriented bastards. Instead of adding to the game of baseball, they detract from it, making us analyze such idiotic things such as VORP. Seriously. What the fuck does VORP have anything to do with anything in real life? I no longer want to go through another baseball season cheering against my own team because I have Albert Pujols in the lineup. I no longer want to feel the responsibility of a Major League GM when my own job is hard enough (yes, I blog and I have a real job).

I want to go through a season, where I can experience baseball as a true fan, again. A season where I could enjoy the game for what it is, and the little bit of joy it brings to my life.

So this year, don’t bother inviting me to your draft party (unless you just want me to sit around and drink your beer). For my perennial team, The Postal Workers, will not be taking the field.

Now I know my fellow bloggers will disagree with me, so comment below and may the debate begin.

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That Loving Feeling

Well, it's mid-February, which means it's that certain special time of year again. Love is in the air, and no, I don't mean because of this.

It's that one time of the year when you are asked to take a day and think about the people in your life who mean the most to you. It is a time for reflection on the experiences you have had together- the good ones and the bad, the ecstasy and the heartbreak, the high drama and the love that can only come from one place.

So turn to your loved ones this week, look them in the eye so they know you are about to tell them something important. Smile, and say softly the words that you don't get to say enough, the ones you have been waiting to tell them throughout this deep, dark winter: "Pitchers and catchers reported to Spring Training this week".

If they don't smile, well, they aren't worth the money you just wasted on flowers and chocolate.

The wait is over. Happy baseball season everybody! Read More!