For a sports fan like myself, this time of the year is a dead season.
There's NBA basketball, but I don't watch that.
There are NHL games on, but I don't watch them either.
The only basketball games I watch until SEC tournament games and bits of March Madness are Alabama's nationally televised contests, which aren't all that plentiful.
National Signing Day for football programs was just over a week ago, and spring practice isn't even close to starting. The Tide signed another fine class, btw.
And pitchers and catchers haven't even reported to Arizona and Florida yet.
But this leaves plenty of time for research for my fantasy baseball team, The Schlitzophrenics.
So I troll the websites I trust about fantasy baseball, I scour stat projections, I plot draft strategy, I consider which injury-prone players I should take a chance on, I think about players I can draft in later rounds and get solid returns on investment.
This rotoseason marks ten years since I started playing fantasy baseball. A scan of my fantasy profile for the past nine years does not inspire confidence in my ability as a GM. Besides winning our private league in 2001 (my rookie season as a GM) and finishing 3rd in 2007, I've had monumentally mediocre seasons other years. In fact, many years I've finished 7th. With the league usually comprised of 13-17 teams, seventh is blandly middle of the road.
I'm tired of this. I'm really tired of not winning it all.
But sometimes I think I just overthink all this stuff. Maybe I should practice non-attachment and not hate past players who have screwed me in the past when I drafted them (Alex Rios, Hunter Pence, Carlos Lee, and others I'll not list, you're all bastards). Maybe I should not overpay for The Dreaded Pirate since I like him as a player.
So I'm considering some substantial tweaks to my basic draft strategy as the dead season engulfs me.
But I'm keeping Halladay (pictured above) for my first pick, which goes against conventional wisdom of fantasy baseball and reflects my passion for strong starting pitching.