Die, Motherfucker, Die

Brother Berger writes:

Was doing a little planning for my winning strategy this year and thought of the one thing that rankles slightly about our league, and that's, during the draft, people sometimes, usually out of frustration, helping others choose players. Which shouldn't be, don't you agree?

The short answer is:

Yes, Kevin, you're right. We need to produce a full list of eligibles *right here on this blog* so there's no excuse for ignorance. But if ignorance rears its head, we need to sit there mouths shut.

Or at least agree to suggest the worst player we can think of.

The problem, of course, is that these delays, these moments when a drafter gets brain lock, usually occur at the end of the draft when camaraderie has turned to mutual loathing.

But, yes, let's try to keep quiet and let people twist in the wind. It's a Saturday draft. I don't have to be home before midnight.