The 10th Level of Dorkdom: Fantasy Baseball

Fantasy dorks and basements go together like regular dorks and.....basements.

I'm in three fantasy baseball leagues this year. That's down from a max of five last year or the year before. I can't remember when it was, I just remember that I got a lot of weird looks when I told people how many leagues I was in. Add that to three fantasy football leagues, a postseason fantasy football league, a college football bowl pool and like two March Madness brackets. There were maybe 2 weeks in February when I wasn't in some sports-related competition. I spent those two weeks studying for fantasy baseball.

That was the height of my fantasy sports dorkdom. The sad thing is that I still kinda stink at it. I've averaged about 3 leagues in the past 4 or so years and I might have won one. Maybe.

I could get all sappy and say it's not all about the winning, that it's about drinking beers and talking baseball with a bunch of friends.

Fuck that. I want to win. And I'm ready to go to new highs of dorkdom to do it. (Highs? Lows? You get the point.)

I'm going to abide by the common courtesy rules here: no fantasy sports stories that last more than 30 seconds unless it's insanely rare.

I'm in fourth in one league after a rough start and in second in the one I really want to win, an auction league. I have two good, young pitchers that I bought for one dollar. I'm in a good spot.

Not as high-tech as the other fantasy dorks, but still dorky.

Is this a warning shot across the bows of the traditional FLS (Free Lance-Star, my former employer and workplace of fantasy savants) fantasy sports powers?

You bet. I'm gunning for you.

I'm coming for the fantasy dork crown.