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| Left fielder position on a baseball diamond (Photo credit: Wikipedia) |
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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