p0rk burn wrote:
As I briefly mentioned during the draft, yesterday, I had to make an unexpected trip to the Stanford Emergency Room to take my mother-in-law for a broken arm.
You should have given her half a broomstick and some duct tape.
I'm glad everything worked out for you in the end. I wouldn't worry too much about your team, other than the Fonz I don't think you are that much further behind the 8-ball than the rest of us. The good news in such a deep league is that prospects are going to be goldmines compared to the scrubs you drafted in rounds 15 and up. I think the crap teams need to give up on their seasons and go with the youth movement. Come on Mariners, throw in the towel.
I think that yesterday's draft was a lot like going home with some skank you met at a bar 10 minutes before last call. You're drunk and, at the time, stoked that you got lucky, but when you wake up the next morning, you take a look, and internally scream, "what the f-ck." However, unlike said skank, in Razzball, you are stuck with your schmohawks for the rest of the freakin' season.