Fantasy Journal, Week III

So I took the win for Week 3, and I am actually thinking that I have made some good moves. Joel Pineiro is turning out to be a useful pickup, and my closers are racking up saves and Ks. Thus, between that and good production out of most of my position guys, I am feeling empowered again. Yes, my confidence is directly proportional to how I did last week. But what else is there? It’s not like I’m playing. I have made a total of about 5 moves as of the end of Week 3, and I didn’t even draft this team. Plus, like I said, if I had drafted it I would be 0-3. It strikes me as so childish, because it’s only fun when I’m winning. OK, that’s not entirely true. It was fun last week to try to find some tweaks that could bolster my point totals and it is definitely fun this week to see them work, if only marginally. And I suppose there are some other good features.

It’s pleasant when my players are going head to head against my opponents’, like when we are each playing one of the second basemen in a single game. The same when my pitcher is facing his hitter(s) or vice versa. Those match-ups effectively offset the annoyances of having my own pitchers facing my batters. That is one thing that pisses me off about Fantasy. You constantly have to deal with all these conflicts of interest which take the fun out of actually watching the game. Now granted, I am not watching a whole lot of non-Sox games yet. I feel like checking out the opposing teams is doing me a lot of good, though it would be more helpful if it was an AL only league. Still, between watching just about every Sox game and paying special attention to Nats news around here (for National League insight) and Sportscenter when I can catch it, I feel like I can stay informed enough not to screw up too too bad.

One thing I did learn last week from Sportscenter was that Michael Cuddyer is from my high school. It kinda makes me want to go trade for the Upton brothers (who also hail from Great Bridge High, Chesapeake, VA), but not really. Still, that should tell you something about my fantasy skills. I owned this guy for three weeks before the boys in Bristol told me the most notable fact (from my point of view) about him.

The lackluster boredom surely attended with reading this should also tell you why I am gonna push these to once a month. It was interesting when I was first getting into it, but now that we are settling into a long season I am not going to bore you with the blow by blow. The broader strokes of my impressions and frustrations would be much more my style anyways. So don’t worry, I won’t put you through this again. Look for something tangible on Friday.