The Writing on the Wall
Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2016 9:52 am
Maybe I am too 'Old School'. Or maybe I am just too plain old. I don't know.
This is the first year since the 80's that I have thought about not playing fantasy baseball in the coming year.
Oh, I am playing. No doubt about that. We already have the PreMature E-Draftulation League ready to go.
But still, I thought about it.
I thought about it.
I've never done that before.
I love baseball. According to my parents, it's been a part of my life since my first word
My first word was not 'Mom' or 'Dad'. It was "Ball"
My life has revolved around the sport. When I wasn't playing baseball, I was home listening to it.
Willie Mays, Willie Mcovey, Sandy Koufax, Maury Wills, Don Drysdale.
I knew every one of their characteristics. Better than my own brothers and sisters.
In first grade, I received a report card that stated my math skills far exceeded kids in my class.
I am not smart. Nor was I smarter than the other kids in that class. I knew I just had to figure out batting averages and ERA's.
It was driven by baseball.
In second grade, my teachers recognized this and I was sent home with a different report card.
Under 'Comments' was the statement....
"Danny suffers from a bad case of Baseballitis"
I never got over baseballitis. I played and followed baseball through Little League, High School, and College.
Then played in National and World tournaments in softball leagues. All the while, following baseball at the Major League level.
Fantasy baseball started in the 80's. This coincided with working at the local softball parks and scorekeeping professionally.
My family knows of my baseballitis and they've been very caring and loving about letting baseball be first sometimes in my life.
They're so wonderful that they're trying to push me to see the Hall of Fame.
Too nice.
The first thing I do every morning is check these Boards. It's been a habit of mine since the latter part of 2005.
Then I'll check my teams. I get chided from family and even fellow NFBC folks that I haven't answered an email sent three days ago, yet I'll post on these Boards. And they're right. And I'll apologize.
E-mail is usually not about baseball. So it is put on the back burner of my mind.
My wife likes to remind me that I can't remember a friends name, but I can rattle off a player from the 1920's statistics.
Of course!
This year has been different. Instead of looking forward to Sunday's, I started dreading them.
Sunday's were a day to replace players with better players! I loved Sunday's.
Now, the process has become more tedious than exciting.
It has become a 'hafta' instead of a 'want to'.
Worse, the game itself is getting worse in my mind.
All connecting with the wussification of America.
Players are rested more and more.
Pitchers are throwing less and less pitches.
Physical fitness guru's, agents, and outsider's have all conspired to make baseball a lesser sport.
Baseball is a pastime more than a sport. A sport infers constant motion.
If loving and wanting to play baseball every day, players should not overtrain.
Lou Gehrig, Cal Ripken, Billy Williams, Pete Rose, Boog Powell, and yes, even Bartolo Colon have baseball bodies.
And even though Colon gets made fun of, he sees the field more than a 'physical specimin' like Yasiel Puig.
Agents push 'rest'. And teams and players listen to these guys that feed off these players.
Stupid. Stupid in every way, shape, and form.
In effect, agents are the bad parents of Little League baseball.
Only seeing what is good for 'Little Johnny' instead of the whole picture.
But, that's part of the whole wussification thing working against baseball.
I am sad. I'm sad that I've thought about not playing fantasy baseball.
It means that in the near future, I will not.
It won't be this coming year.
But I know it is coming.
The first step is that I've promised myself that three FAAB teams will be the limit for me.
One of which will be the PreMature League.
That leaves one Main Event team and another team.
My menu will consists mostly of DC teams.
I haven't tired of the Monday lineups and Friday hitting changes.
I still look forward to them.
I dread the day when I don't.
That'll probably signal the day when I bid adieu to this game.
This year, I've only thought about it.
That's bad enough.
This is the first year since the 80's that I have thought about not playing fantasy baseball in the coming year.
Oh, I am playing. No doubt about that. We already have the PreMature E-Draftulation League ready to go.
But still, I thought about it.
I thought about it.
I've never done that before.
I love baseball. According to my parents, it's been a part of my life since my first word
My first word was not 'Mom' or 'Dad'. It was "Ball"
My life has revolved around the sport. When I wasn't playing baseball, I was home listening to it.
Willie Mays, Willie Mcovey, Sandy Koufax, Maury Wills, Don Drysdale.
I knew every one of their characteristics. Better than my own brothers and sisters.
In first grade, I received a report card that stated my math skills far exceeded kids in my class.
I am not smart. Nor was I smarter than the other kids in that class. I knew I just had to figure out batting averages and ERA's.
It was driven by baseball.
In second grade, my teachers recognized this and I was sent home with a different report card.
Under 'Comments' was the statement....
"Danny suffers from a bad case of Baseballitis"
I never got over baseballitis. I played and followed baseball through Little League, High School, and College.
Then played in National and World tournaments in softball leagues. All the while, following baseball at the Major League level.
Fantasy baseball started in the 80's. This coincided with working at the local softball parks and scorekeeping professionally.
My family knows of my baseballitis and they've been very caring and loving about letting baseball be first sometimes in my life.
They're so wonderful that they're trying to push me to see the Hall of Fame.
Too nice.
The first thing I do every morning is check these Boards. It's been a habit of mine since the latter part of 2005.
Then I'll check my teams. I get chided from family and even fellow NFBC folks that I haven't answered an email sent three days ago, yet I'll post on these Boards. And they're right. And I'll apologize.
E-mail is usually not about baseball. So it is put on the back burner of my mind.
My wife likes to remind me that I can't remember a friends name, but I can rattle off a player from the 1920's statistics.
Of course!
This year has been different. Instead of looking forward to Sunday's, I started dreading them.
Sunday's were a day to replace players with better players! I loved Sunday's.
Now, the process has become more tedious than exciting.
It has become a 'hafta' instead of a 'want to'.
Worse, the game itself is getting worse in my mind.
All connecting with the wussification of America.
Players are rested more and more.
Pitchers are throwing less and less pitches.
Physical fitness guru's, agents, and outsider's have all conspired to make baseball a lesser sport.
Baseball is a pastime more than a sport. A sport infers constant motion.
If loving and wanting to play baseball every day, players should not overtrain.
Lou Gehrig, Cal Ripken, Billy Williams, Pete Rose, Boog Powell, and yes, even Bartolo Colon have baseball bodies.
And even though Colon gets made fun of, he sees the field more than a 'physical specimin' like Yasiel Puig.
Agents push 'rest'. And teams and players listen to these guys that feed off these players.
Stupid. Stupid in every way, shape, and form.
In effect, agents are the bad parents of Little League baseball.
Only seeing what is good for 'Little Johnny' instead of the whole picture.
But, that's part of the whole wussification thing working against baseball.
I am sad. I'm sad that I've thought about not playing fantasy baseball.
It means that in the near future, I will not.
It won't be this coming year.
But I know it is coming.
The first step is that I've promised myself that three FAAB teams will be the limit for me.
One of which will be the PreMature League.
That leaves one Main Event team and another team.
My menu will consists mostly of DC teams.
I haven't tired of the Monday lineups and Friday hitting changes.
I still look forward to them.
I dread the day when I don't.
That'll probably signal the day when I bid adieu to this game.
This year, I've only thought about it.
That's bad enough.