I thought my fantasy baseball season was over, with me barely, barely losing out and finishing second. I was perfectly okay with this, as I had dominated the regular season and what are you gonna do? Now I find out that the finale is a two-week affair and I'm still in the hunt. Truth be told, I'm not sure I can take it, especially since the whole thing will wrap up with me in Columbus and the last thing I need to be doing is checking my cell phone every 30 seconds to find out if Byrd got a hit which could, theoretically, mean something, depending on forty other factors.
Wobs may be getting frequent calls compelling him to follow the stat tracker for the weekend. Oh, woe.
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