We are a fantasy baseball league whose draft is scheduled for April 14. Ten men enter (or nine or eight), and one man leaves.

Monday, March 23, 2015

By Popular Request, Beardsley's Official Pablo Portrait

Draft Day: Pablo, or The Elephant in the Room

Le Tampon
Le Tampon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A baby elephant. Pablo already weighs 50 pounds more than a baby elephant, and it's early days. So how much a pound are you willing to pay for him, Giants bitches?

Until his rant about the Giants tampon (as in toxic shock) clubhouse a few weeks ago, I thought drafting at 3B would be quite straightforward. The G4Gs - goofy for Giants - guys would bid him up pretty high, and then Marky Marko would buy another vowel for 9 bucks or so.

But now that Pablo's slandered the Men of Orange, I am really not sure the degree to which bruised feelings will counterbalance the possibility of bruised baseballs bouncing off the Green Monster - and I don't mean Peter's crunchy kale salad.

I had thought I'd bring Pablo out at once at a stiff dollar figure,  just high enough to tempt the rest of you into leaving me hanging so that you could chuckle at my apparently misreading the room. That is a bidding strategy, based on the premise that most of us seem content to start low and boost the bid in quarter increments, hoping that enough of those at the table will be drunk, dumb or unfocused enough to let a player slip through at a bargain price. But what if you are immediately challenged and bumped offstride with an initial offer of, say, 5 dollars, which breaks the rhythm, the drumbeat of quarter-up, quarter-up until someone blinks?

(And someone is always blinking.)

Maybe I will make that preemptive strike, if only to see Mark snap to attention. I really do like Pablo after all. We both have clearly had a bellyful of Frisco.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

No First-Time Champion Since Fife in 2010

Peter Moore, Town Crier to the Mayor of London...
Peter Moore, Town Crier to the Mayor of London and The Greater London Authority. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Roll of Champions

Patrick Finley Memorial Baseball League

1984  Patrick Finley

1985  Jeffrey Pressman

1986  Jon Carroll
1987  Jon Carroll**
1988  Michael Robertson
1989  Jeffrey Pressman
1990  Michael Koppy
1991  Michael Tola
1992  Jeff Barton & Jeffrey Pressman
1993  Peter Moore
1994  Michael Robertson
1995  Michael Koppy
1996  Jeff Barton
1997  Kevin Berger & Michael Koppy***
1998  Michael Robertson
1999  Michael Robertson
2000  Jeff  Barton***
2001  Michael Tola
2002  Peter Moore
2003  Jeffrey Pressman
2004  Robert Wieder
2005  Kevin Berger
2006  Michael Robertson
2007 Michael Tola
2008 Jeffrey Pressman *****
2009 Kevin Berger
2010 Paul Fife
2011 Michael Robertson ******
2012 Peter Moore***
2013 Michael Tola ****
2014 Kevin Berger ****

****** Six-Time Champion
***** Five-Time Champion
**** Four-Time Champion
*** Three-Time Champion
**Two-Time Champion

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Sunday, March 15, 2015

MLB Games by Position 2014

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Pitching? I don't need no stinkin' pitching.

He's In there Pitching For Us^ - NARA - 534109
He's In there Pitching For Us^ - NARA - 534109 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bro Corwin makes the point that Tier One pitching is down in the AL this year. Question is will that drive up the value of Tier Two pitching?? Tier 1.5??

I believe the late great Jeffrey Pressman most loudly celebrated the tier notion - here's a collection of players all about the same value. I will not bid early on those in this pool of talent, hoping to get a bargain when the bin is almost empty. But then one may end up in a bidding war with someone playing the same strategy, when only one player in a particular tier is left and the tier below is garbage.

Deep thoughts, right?

Saturday, March 07, 2015

One Shred Remains of the Greatness of the League

Left fielder position on a baseball diamond
Left fielder position on a baseball diamond (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sometimes an old man warms himself with memory, holding metaphoric hands over a metaphoric fire, and so I recall the days of this league when it was not yet a memorial to Patrick Finley because Patrick Finley still walked - and sometimes staggered - the world.

It was truly a handmade league - draft prep done from a few magazines, standings put together once a month, sometimes by the league as a group and sometimes by various crazed fellows (usually me). Now, of course, so many websites (most run by 12-year-old boys) rank players by position that the power base has shifted and prep means nothing. Now it's all about draft day, a day ruled by those of cold and distant, even reptilian, intelligence, men like Berger and Moore, chilly men in whose gaze when it falls upon lesser mortals is always found the old Biblical judgment:

Thou art weighed in the balances, and thou are found wanting.

Yet there is one area left for vigorous debate. And that is placing players at positions. Though in some ways we are as sloppy as an old man in slippers easing down the porch stairs in mid-morning to bring in the morning newspaper - what is that old fool doing, the young neighbors think? what is that thing apparently discarded in his driveway? - in one aspect the league has rigor.

We do not qualify players at multiple positions. There is no last minute, "But he played second for two innings last September!" You have your list for left field and you have your list for catcher, and that's that. I am about to start working through the various depth charts in prep for the start of the actual season, though that's a waste of time, isn't it? Once the season starts we can rely on the USA Today "games at position" to guide, and, in the case of DH's like Big Papi who burned their gloves year ago, just rely on common sense.

Big Papi: first base. No, fuck you.

And if you don't want to worry your pretty heads? Let the BCL decide. And if you sometimes think,

 O BCL, thou hast not humbled thine heart, but hast lifted up thyself against the Lord of heaven; and thy servants have brought the vessels of his house before thee, and thou, and thy lords, thy wives, and thy concubines, have drunk wine in them; and thou hast praised the gods of silver, and gold, of brass, iron, wood, and stone, which see not, nor hear, nor know: and the God in whose hand thy breath is, and whose are all thy ways, hast thou not glorified.

O put a sock in it

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