Monday, April 12, 2010

Springtime Cometh...


And that means not having your hair freeze when you walk out the door in the morning, rolling your windows down in the car, and of course, fantasy baseball. For those who don’t know, fantasy sports involve drafting a team of real athletes to compete in a league against other people where the winner is based on your player’s real life statistics. And yes, it is extremely nerdy, but obviously awesome.

What makes it so awesome is that baseball is a sport that works in harmony with fantasy (it was created for baseball to begin with). It works so well because baseball is a statistics driven sport and very individualistic—as in players don’t depend on their teammates for their statistics as much as in other sports. This creates a supernova of epic proportions when bees start buzzing and the grass starts getting mowed.

Basically, it's one of those things I get addicted to that has it's own lingo (my backup catcher has a better OPS and VORP than your backup catcher!), it's own semi-recognizable/semi-annoying analysts (Matthew Berry), and where everything decision you make is right and everything everyone else does is wrong, until you end up being wrong.

In other words, you either totally get it and can't seem to get off the wagon, or you don't get it. I'm firmly on the wagon and quite enjoying the hay in my shoes and the splinters in my leg. Horses, Mush.

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