Crawling across the desert, scraping my bloody knees across the heat, desperately thirsting for water for the first time in days, I saw a beaming light in the distance from far across the sand. As I made my way towards it, I was certain I would not make it – and even if I did, it was likely to be a mirage. But as I reached the pinnacle of this beaming light, I discovered my eyes had not deceived me. A mirage it was not. Rather, the real thing in all its glory. Here to save me, in the midst of an endless desert of doom, from an upcoming season of fantasy baseball mediocrity. Yes, you guessed it. The beaming light that saved me was Grey’s 2026 starting pitching rankings.