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About five weeks ago, Andrew L, one of the managers in our RCL League (The ECFBL), was perusing the names of some of the players chosen in the recent MLB draft. Dominating the headlines were Trevor Gretzky, the son of Wayne Gretzky, arguable the greatest player in the history of hockey, as well as Pudge Jr,  However, the San Diego Padres drafted an outfielder from Valparaiso University, named Kyle Gaedele, in the sixth round. 

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Here at Razzball we don’t believe in vetoing a fantasy baseball trade, but we do fully support passive-aggressive, sarcastic belittling.  If someone in your league completed a trade that makes you wish they’d walk into oncoming traffic, you’re in luck!   Here’s a Mad Libs-type tirade to post in your league’s messageboard because when met with pettiness, you should retaliate with more pettiness.  

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There’s no Sonavabench! shirt.  There’s no Latin 32 shirt with a silhouette of Pujols.  There’s not even a Cust Kayin’ shirt.  I know, bummer.  But let’s focus on the shirts we convinced our partners to produce for this first go-around.  (Yes, us supervising shirt design took us to Malaysia, burning embers onto the end of a long stick. 

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In 2000, a gritty bunch of veterans, role players, and youngsters almost did the impossible – beat the New York Yankees in a World Series.  Led by the mad genius of Bobby Valentine, the silver foxiness of Steve Phillips, and the support of a well-capitalized owner who gladly stayed out of the public eye (Fred Wilpon), the 2000 New York Mets were almost at the top of baseball’s pyramid.

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