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On Sunday, Nathan Eovaldi had a start against the Kansas City Royals. The Royals have been screwing over my fantasy pitching for years, friends. I forgot to bench him, and he gave up seven hits in four innings, including a homer to Whit Merrifield and some doubles to Adalberto Mondesi. I had a feeling that my curse would be continued though, and I checked replays. There they were: Run scoring bloop singles from the likes of Jarrod Dyson. One hit split the infield perfectly with the bases loaded. A blurb might tell this story, but in a way that’s not as painful. 

I tell this story to illustrate the relationship we have with our fantasy teams and how it influences our behavior. Hittertron had Eovaldi’s start as a neutral one, but my curse acted as a hitting buff on the Royals like I got a bad roll with the RNG and baseball is a role playing game. I take this sequitur that firmly lives in the non world because sometimes you have to ignore fantasy advice. I keep waiting for my curse to be lifted. Not that day friends, and never again. Never will I start my pitcher against the Royals.

Or I’ll ignore my own advice, and do it anyway so I can write another introduction wherein I create a Russian nesting dolls of self-inflicted humiliation and regret. On to the blurbs!

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We have entered the zone of fantasy baseball sample-size settling, where statistics have gelled significantly. Managers in season-long leagues are feeling the heat if their teams have struggled thus far. Similarly, blurb site’s analysis will begin to change in their tone. You will catch actual whiffs of disappointment in their prose when regarding a player that has not delivered on statistical progress. Much like the comments on a report card next to the letter grade, it’s best to ignore the subjective opinions of blurb writers.

I recall getting “Talkative/Chatty” next to my fantastic grades in school for years. My parents eventually got annoyed enough to tell me that I needed to focus on not getting “Talkative/Chatty” next to my grades. I did as I was told because I was a small boy who avoided conflict like highway rest stop restaurants avoid making you feel at home on the road. Next report card, I received no “Talkative/Chatty” designations and my grades had plummeted. When my folks asked my teachers what happened, they said that I needed to speak up more in class. My parents agreed. I was left agog. Which was it? Talk or no talk?

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Yesterday I was looking at my team, specifically at the NA players that my league doesn’t have a slot for, and saw Vidal Brujan and Jarren Duran smiling back at me. Edward Olivares waved at me and happily shed his NA skin, just so he could go 0-3 for me Sunday afternoon. It’s better than accumulating stats that don’t count, or, in the case of Jarren Duran, getting advice from Major League Baseball Ambassador of Blah Jon Jay. This little nugget from Masslive.com made me giggle: “One of [Alex] Cora’s best friends, former major leaguer Jon Jay, played for Team USA. ‘I told Jon Jay to make sure to help Duran out throughout the process,’ Cora said. ‘To talk to him about baseball and what it takes.’

Did I say giggle? I meant to say, “Scream very loudly like I’m Woody Harrelson in True Detective, watching that tape player in McConaghy’s storage space. Don’t talk to Jon Jay, especially about baseball! Every conversation with Jon Jay will result in Duran’s launch angle gains dropping by one full percentage point. David Ortiz or Manny weren’t available? Jarren Duran isn’t going to be show-stopping, but Christ alive, can you please have him talk to anyone else? Wade Boggs? Even after four racks of Keystone, I guarantee ole Wade would give Jarren more to chew on than The Federalist.

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Batting average is down this time of year, all the way down to a .236 league-wide average as of the Sunday morning I searched it. I know you all think I write these as you’re reading them, much like the Late Show airing at a later time than it is filmed. My world was forever changed when I realized that I had been duped by my parents, my friends, my teachers, but most cruelly, network television. Fake media indeed. It should be called “This Afternoon, But Later” with whichever comedian you used to respect hosting. 

Anyways, batting averages are way down for most players, so you would think blurbs would have caught up to this fact. Well, good sir, let me tell you, this week…HEY I’M TRYING TO TELL YOU, YOU HAVE TO LET ME DO THE TELLING. As I was telling, this week I present a murderer’s row of batting average-based blurbs to remind you to not drink the Gallo-haters Kool Aid. There is no Mendoza line this year. It is the Year of Mendoza, so don’t let any blurb try to say, “His counting stats are there, but his bat leaves a lot to desire in the batting average department.” That is pure and utter laziness, a hack sentence meant to be a pithy put down but landing like a wet fish on a cement floor. Buddy, the entirety of baseball is leaves a lot to desire in the batting average department, not just you. Ready for some simple context?

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In the dawn of blurb time, there were single-celled blurbs. They were a simple organism that regurgitated relevant counting stats and percentages, and they survived by eating game scores in the spring and summer months, only to hibernate during the winter. As the eons marched on, the first blurb crawled from one of the oceans onto dry land. These blurbs were more organically complex, including recommendations to pick up or drop certain players, dependent on certain conditions. Some blurbs even survived during the winter months on a diet of trade rumors and roster moves. 

And then one day there was an explosion. 

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There was a time in the mid-2000’s where only some of my friends had found daily box score websites. This was when ESPN and Yahoo were the only fantasy platforms that I knew of that weren’t some dude’s excel spreadsheet. Yahoo had their own player updates that were separate from Rotoworld, and I think ESPN had their own blurb system? Rotoworld existed, but you had to look for it. I’m sure there were others (Rotowire, etc) but they existed [Vincent Price voice] BEHIND THE PAYWALL. As a younger person, I had more important things to spend my money on. Like ramen. Or a dozen eggs, most of which I over-fried and over-salted. Let me tell you, I smelled great those days. 

To be clear, I don’t want to go back to those halcyon days, and not only because of the funky scents. For every site, even the dying phoenix of Yahoo that seems like it’s on it’s last rebirth cycle, there are blurbs, and Research Assistants, and Match Up Ratings, and now there are Prop Bets too. It behooves you to figure out which update site serves you best, but it also serves you to figure out what tools your league mates are using. Do they use whatever blurb system defaulted to the league site? Do they read multiple sites? How do they have time to do that? Are they one of those tab hoarders that lifehack sites write about, and then they feel personally attacked, so they open ten more tabs out of spite?

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It’s in the 40’s today in Chicago, which isn’t that surprising unless you’ve run out of conversation topics, at which point you get to put on your Actor’s Studio cap and conjure the last remaining bits of charisma left in your pandemic-addled psyche. Can Polar Vortices be mild? Can I have my climate change like most children enjoy their salsa? Hitters mostly suck in the cold weather, people. They suck. With all of the issues surrounding new balls with those high seams, and the Grim Reaper of baseball injuries touching players more than Oasis sang the word “Maybe,” everyone’s batting average is garbage juice. We’re talking a full .011 under league average. I’ve read some analysis that by the end of the year, we’ll be pretty close to the league average that usually sits around .250. I agree with this assessment.

This means you need to find some players who have depressed batting averages, dig into the numbers, and find guys who have been unlucky, check out their projections across several systems….or you can use Razzball’s Buysellatops tool and have more time to spend with your two large adult sons, perhaps having a catch in the backyard. Maybe you could have your family out on the back patio for a grill, where you hover over your Egg, while your large adult sons stare at their phones, and your partner frowns at the garden, muttering about idle hands.

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I struggle to remember a world without alternate sites, and I miss the minors. Prospects really got crushed by the pandemic much harder than any recent pool of players. They were already being paid dirt, but to lose a year of development, or even a year of service time, is absolutely brutal. It’s like if the Beatles never went to Hamburg and tried to develop their talents in Liverpool instead with spotty gigs mostly attended by McCartney’s family. He seems like the kind of guy whose family is a little too supportive. Anyways, without Hamburg, the Beatles would have sucked. Without the minors, we don’t get to pick apart prospect blurbs that are absolutely sure that Prospect T. Neuplayer’s call-up is imminent. It never is, friends. Do you know what is imminent? Blurb injury curses!

I’ve introduced a section into this old series called “Hex Enduction Power,” where we will analyze injury blurbs that accidentally guarantee that a player goes on the IL. I’m talking something like this:

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One day, someone working in development at Yahoo(!) woke up and decided that fantasy managers needed new ways to express mirth and/or derision at the players they “owned.” I can’t begin to fathom the reasoning behind giving people with usernames like Uggggghhhhh or 420YrMomm69 the ability to comment on a player’s page via phone. Here is a little snippet of Fernando Tatis’s “Discuss” section.

The Discuss function has everything Twitter offers, only it’s hidden from computer users. This guarantees a bizarre playground of awful takes, trade questions, and add/drop schadenfreude. My dark familiar Nick Solak’s Discuss is full of people cursing him out for producing useful fantasy production after dropping him for the likes of Luis Urias, while everyone else dunks on the droppers. The Luis Urias Discuss page is full of dynasty owners proclaiming him “already better than Tatis.” The Discuss pages for players are car crashes in two ways: It’s absolutely gross and awful, and you can’t look away from it. Will this give way to user-generated blurbs? Will RotoEdgeWorldSport.com become the Buzzfeed of fantasy update sites, letting college students create their most popular quizzes while paying them with email compliments? Probably.

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Hello you beautiful readers of blurbs! We’re in the thick of it now, wave after delicious wave of player blurbs slamming into us from multiple sites. We’re the pier, baby, and we are loving every last frothy slap in the swimsuit area. Speaking of swimsuit areas, let’s get hot and heavy in the hizzy and talk bias, baby!

I thought it was important to you all recognize the part biases play in fantasy baseball, and it is NEVER as simple as, “Welp, I just like this player better than this other guy.” That’s an example of the Dunning-Kruger Effect, a bias so powerful that it kills your curiosity about a subject because it feels better to be right than digging into data that proves you wrong. Any the how, I’ve listed types of biases and how they may appear in your fantasy baseball brain.

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This week has provided a windfall of blurbs, as we shake off the early season roster machinations and tilt, with steampunk goggles adorned, into the full gale force winds of early April player blurbs. The player you drafted in the 13th round is hitting sub-.200, so it’s definitely time to drop, right? According to some player blurbs, yes. Look, here’s a Rule 5 guy, and he already has 16 RBI+Runs, and has stolen 3 bases. Soon, you will see the words that are like lines of Pixie Stick dust to a room full of 10 year old boys:

“Small sample size…we know this level of production is unsustainable…BUT.”

This BUT is a large BUT. It is bigger than Butte, Montana. This BUT is bigger than all the Kardashian buttockses put together into a Mecha Kardassian. E! hasn’t pivoted to reality/kaiju/mech yet, but anything’s possible if you can simply remind Kris that she hasn’t entirely ruined her family’s mental health. Asides aside, do not give into the temptation of the BUT. You do not want to be the person dropping their 13th rounder for a 5th OF who might be a 4th OF in a best case scenario. Promise me you will stay true to your fantasy heart. I know it can be hard. My roto team is batting sub .200 so far. Sob. Promise me you’ll stay the course.

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We’ve all been here before. We check our phones because our notification are off, because we’re not narcs.* That sweet moment hits, as we click our team’s line up and the screen loads, that moment of potential, before the cruel pendulum of expectation either dashes our dreams or lifts our spirit to heights heretofore unknown. Which way will the pendulum swing? Once we step through the veil, we are in a world of crunchy, tangible numbers. It feels so damn good. We are transported to days of yore, sitting at the kitchen table while our dad reads the worst sections of the upstate New York paper we receive daily. We pore over box scores, not knowing why. The siren song of baseball statistics is so alien and atonal, yet so full of gravity and beautiful shiny outcomes. Why, even a gangling 7-year-old so bad at tee ball they gave him mercy hits could fall in love with those numbers!

Now we live with a stream of blurbs, for absolute better and for atrocious worse. My Saturday was beautiful, walking across a windswept beach, collecting the shells of the invasive Zebra Mussels, pausing to take a deep breath and saying to my kid, “I feel so lucky to be alive today,” and feeling my love radiate out into a world that finally saw and accepted me.

Just kidding, I doomscrolled the Ke’Brayan Hayes blurbs from 2pm-8pm while trying not to show my family that a blurb had crushed my very essence.

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