Fantasy baseball ended with me clutching another silver medal. The whole fantasy thing's got me conflicted. I think I benefit from an enhanced interest level in sports I enjoy, by watching individual games I wouldn't otherwise have an interest in. Jose Contreras versus the Royals, Grab Him!
I'm getting indifferent from the fact that it's been so easy. Yes, a second place isn't exactly dominance. However, the end of seasons bring some dynamics that are difficult to control. Your playing a team that has Travis Hafner & Chase Utley go off while the Indians & Phillies scratch & claw to the last day. Meanwhile, Pujols has apparently quit trying about a month ago.
Football, I find myself either totally disinterested in other games, or arguing with my son because he took out Priest Holmes & put in Julius Jones.
I guess I stick with it because without it, I might lead myself to the only other alternative, gambling. Maybe I should gamble on this.

I was watching George Shinn, the Hornets owner, on NBA Training Camp last night. Then I saw where the Rangers hired a 28 year old to be GM. I don't know, maybe the kid's qualified. The Magic drafted a stiff European who stiffed them, and stayed in Europe.
Where am I going with this?
I wouldn't go on Survivor. I don't have 35 days to spend picking nits out of my pubes. Not that I'd even want to. I wouldn't go on The Apprentice. I'm already paid well to do an easy job, and I don't have to kiss anybody's ass to do it.
But if they had some sports reality, where you got the chance to run the franchise, hell, I'd do that. I know it's harder than it looks. There's a lot of spots, though, where it would be hard for a qualified man on the street to do worse.  ¶ 12:45 PM