Aha! This time I have done it, working ahead deep into the night with a box of Slim Jims and Sunny D to power through. Alas, Mamma Hobbs need not call down to the basement from the kitchen for the college prospect rankings this week, for Hobbsy is done! I hit send and promptly notify Truss, then wait for her to call down (accompanied by the usual smell of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies). As 11 a.m. becomes 12 p.m. and the morning turns into the afternoon, I begin to wonder if she has forgotten about my bi-weekly column. It then dawns on me that it is Thursday, March 19, and we were supposed to leave for our family trip to Minsk at 8 a.m. I rushed upstairs and was quickly welcomed with the disbelief that I had been Kevin McCallister’ed. Alas, the price of being a hard-working fantasy baseball writer in this day and age. See you never, Minsk.