A bad fantasy week, but of course any week without real baseball is a bad fantasy week. At least we're drafting.
We finished KJ's Contract League Draft including a free agent auction in four days.
Four days!
This includes stopping the draft in the second round to get rid of a drafter who was too slow. Insert Marcel jokes here.
That Contract League is a slice of fantasy heaven. If you're slow or thinned-skinned, you need not apply. Sort of like going to the bar with friends and seeing who can hurl the best insults.
But that ended and so did my good time feeling. I turned on XM Radio to get a 'Post Fight' wrapup on the draft there. I swear to God, I heard the word 'VALUE' 1,301 times. It may have been more. Here is an excerpt of them talking about Ubaldo Jimenez-
How'd you like my Jimenez pick?
He's ok there, you got some value.
I liked him last year but overvalued him a bit.
Yeah, last year he was overvalued, the year before he was undervalued, this year he's valued correctly.
I turned it off. I couldn't stand it. If I could throw a car radio it would have gone through the windshield.
OF COURSE HE'S VALUED CORRECTLY THIS YEAR, YOU MORON, YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE RESULTS YET!!!
Last year he was overvalued because you saw the results, the year before the same thing. Nobody gets it. I'm on a plank and the value pirates are asking how much value I'd have with sharks. I need to find a Tru Value store. They have the right idea, they're selling stuff that is valued correctly and we know what we're getting. Anybody that thinks they KNOW what they are getting during a draft are only fooling themselves! Just two days ago, anybody who drafted Victor Martinez in the fourth round of drafts was getting 'value', now, bupkus, nada, zilch, nothing, because we KNOW.
Ok, calm down. Let's get off the value kick. I'll immerse myself in drafts! Yeah, that's the ticket! I'll go back to my slow draft where Marcel is still holding us hostage. He's old news, but hasn't changed, I get little peace with this draft. So, I tune into another draft. One that is an e-mail draft run by Perry Van Hook and has various NFBC members included such as Todd Zola and Ryan Carey. Every time I look in on this draft I see the top of my mental queue being drafted. By the time it comes my time to draft, I am like the proverbial kid with the finger up his nose-
Time out! That reminds me; I love bad pick up lines, here's one- 'If you were a booger, I'd pick you'. Try saying that sincerely

Ok, back to the rant, er, post.
Alright, so my wife begs me to go shopping with her the other night (as if things can't get worse). I've been drafting a lot, she's put up with it, so I know I owe her one and I say sure. At the same time, I know that Marcel's time is about up and I don't want to keep others waiting. I don't like auto and prefer not to use it. I don't own a cell phone because I don't usually enjoy phone talk a lot. So, I am hoping I can cut corners with time.
We go into a few clothes shops- one hour down.
Target, to get a couple of items- another half hour.
Next, Barnes and Noble, we like different books so we part. I noticed in the coffee shop that a few people are looking at their laptops.
Yep, I do it.
I slide into a chair across the table from a woman my age, and when I say 'my age', I mean old.
I say, "Hi, isn't it great they have wifi here?"
"Uh, yeah, I love it here."
I say, "Do you come here for the books, the coffee, or the wifi the most?"
"All of them"
I say, "Yeah, me too, I can't believe I forgot my laptop, I am really bummed, and I am on a deadline for something online."
(This is when I give her the 'puppy dog in search of a bone look')
"Oh, would you like me to open a window for you?"
I was in, it wasn't my turn and I knew I could wait till I get home to make my pick.
"I said, "Thank you very much, I hope I wasn't too much trouble"
"You were a perfect gentleman" and then she gave me a face as if to say, 'don't leave, I kinda like you'.
I got up from my chair, only to see my wife looking at us from a few feet away.
She's giving me the 'WTF' look. I still haven't heard the end of it.
I don't know whether she's more pissed at me for sitting at a table for two with a lady, or the lengths I go to to check in on a draft.
My wife won't let it go. And she won't for awhile. I know I deserve it.
But, it can't be helped. Blame it on me or the hobby or what have you.
I'm in the doghouse. And I've looked, and trust me, there is no value here.