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Somewhere in the mountains of Colorado, you trek through the snow and notice four paw prints. It’s a wolf’s tracks, fresh in the powder. You follow, one foot after the next, as if pulled by an invisible wire, a waking dream that could tip into nightmare at any moment. The night sky billows above you, as the tracks tighten up. The wolf is slowing.

As you reach the summit, the tracks merge. They are the tracks of a man. Your pulse quickens, your shallow breathing pauses as the altitude fights a battle against your common sense. You push forward.

The summit reached, you see him. Bud Black. He stands resolutely, a lumpen totem pole stoic in the face of the savage solitude of his surroundings.

“You’re here to kill me?” he says in a knowing voice without turning. You say nothing.

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On August 16th, 2023 Lars Nootbaar suffered a catastrophic event. Much like the woman who accidentally shoots the man plunging to his death outside her apartment window at the beginning of Paul Thomas Anderson’s masterpiece Magnolia, Nootbaar harmed himself and countless others when he fouled a ball off the area of his body consisting of […]

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I am late on this. Rotowire has taken over as the primary source for blurbs on Yahoo’s fantasy baseball page. You may think this passage will not apply to players using CBS, Fantrax, NFBC, or hell geocities, but I promise you this is going somewhere. And if you’re a long-time reader, you know my promises are real and rendered coherently.

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Some time in the last two weeks, a great schism occurred. It was silent, sweeping in with nary an announcement or erstwhile PR proclamation. The tapestry of our lives, the utter sauce to our specific pasta, altered with the stroke of fingers tapping on the loneliest keyboard: Rotoworld player notes were removed from the Yahoo fantasy baseball website.

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Popularity contests are interesting curios. As someone with a fondness for the science of the most far-fetched lens for criticism, judging anything via “popularity” is asking for a set of results sure to kindle antipathy, if not outright contempt. All data from a popularity contest is anecdotal and drowning in the sweet sauces of Recency and Confirmation Biases. It can also become a beacon for bad-faith bullying conspiracies, where voters band together to award popularity to a person not wanting the spotlight for fear of being mocked.

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I have a problem. It’s a problem usually emblazoned onto a fantasy site with two upper case letters in bright red, my scarlet letters.

NA.

Not Available. I know this is the true meaning of the acronym. Any player with this suffix affixed to their names are in the minor leagues, unable to contribute to our MLB squads unless you have cooler league rules than mine. My problem is rather simple. I haven’t had a team without an NA player for at least the past 5 years. I do not have an NA slot in any of my leagues.

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It’s almost at the half-way mark of the season, so it’s a good time to take a step back from your team, adjust your glasses, look at what you need – and then find the patsy in your league who still simply prorates stats or believes that the first half of the baseball season dictates how the rest will unfold. We who have lived longer than we would like to admit, yet are grateful for the wisdom and the greater community of humanity time has bestowed, recognize rubes like a man born on the bayou can tell an alligator from a soggy log.

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