Jay’s Note: I’m happy to present a unique addition to our preseason content, as one of the readers/commenters approached me about writing on the subject of “the Razzballer”. This story isn’t just unique to Webelos Willie, but to all of you as well, and maybe even the most human story I’ve ever read. Okay, maybe not to that degree, I’d probably give that award to L. Ron Hubbard’s “Battlefield Earth”, but regardless, this three-part series was such a great treat to read and because of that, I invite all fans of the site to tell us your story down in the comment section… How do you prepare for the upcoming season? How do you use Razzball? So, without further ado, here’s Webelos Willie’s Razzball story, and it just might be your story too…

Be sure to read Part 1 here!

When you enter a draft, here’s my advice for you in a nutshell:

Don’t panic.

If you were an unpopular kid growing up in the 80’s-90’s then you remember this phrase from “The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy” books, computer game, movie or, if you are a huge nerd like me… all three. When it comes to a fantasy draft, this advice is easier said than done. We’ve all been there before: it’s your turn to pick and the two players you had queued up got snatched back-to-back right in front of you. You truly have no idea who you want. You’re scanning hitters, then pitchers, sorting by ADP, clicking players’ profiles to see their stats and all the while the clock is going tick… tick… tick. You realize you are starting to sweat and your “friends” sense it and begin saying things like: “Uh-oh, I think someone’s rattled” and “Remember last year when he reached for Josh Hamilton? HAHAHA!” You want to make a pick that doesn’t cause the room to erupt in laughter but there’s only 10 seconds left now on the clock so you wind up going with the highest ranked player telling yourself “those guys at ESPN do this for a living, they must know better than me.”

To quote the hip-hop group Souls of Mischief, that’s when ya lost.