There’s a certain grind to the baseball schedule that someone with a slight case of OCD like myself can fully get behind.  Day in and day out over six months.  You make a small move to offset another move and it may not show up in the standings for three months.  By July, you wanna strangle some slow starters (Jimmy Rollins, you bastard!) and you’ve fallen in love with some out of nowhere sleepers (Mark Reynolds is a God!).