One Out of Three: the Ultimate Fantasy

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In most areas in life 1/3 is bad.  For example if you make one out of every three shot attempts (33 percent) in a game of basketball you are not warranting significant playing time at any level, unless you’re labeled as a “defensive specialist.” 

The same goes with pass attempts in a football game.  If you took an exam and got one out of every three questions right, well that means your name is Vince Young and you just completed your Wonderlic Test.       

However, with April soon upon us, it brings a game where 1/3 is more than adequate.  That’s right Baseball, the game where it’s all right to fail, well kind of.  The game where a 1/3 or a 330 percent batting average gets you a first ballot Hall of Fame induction—granted you didn’t lie about using steroids, weren’t an intolerable jerk to the media, and didn’t gamble on games.

This isn’t so much about my love for America’s old-favorite past time, but more about America’s New-Favorite Past time. That’s right, I’m talking about fantasy sports.

Baseball season presents yet another reason to get together with friends on a random, or as I like to call it “football-less Sunday,” to draft a new team for a fresh season and do a little day-drinking in the process. 

I’ve played three fantasy sports every year for the last four years, which include: football, basketball, and baseball. 

The reason I brought up 1/3 is simple not because it is ironic in baseball that 1/3 is great, but it happens to be the last sport of the trio for the 2008-2009 fantasy fiscal sports year.

I feel, if for no reason but by accident, I have to have a serious contender since I know I drafted well enough in both my football and basketball leagues, yet came up so inexplicably and miserably short in both.  To properly put this in perspective I have to go back to the “Mike Vicks Best in Show” draft, the F.F.L. I’m in.

 FOOTBALL-$120.00

Getting the ninth pick wasn’t on the agenda, but the wraparound is usually nice so I drafted the duo that, no matter how I looked at it, could not get me less than 36 points each week combined.

I selected Randy Moss and Terrell Owens. 

When you’re done laughing remember the seasons these guys had just come off of just one-year prior (we also count receptions in my league). 

It did not get any better from there.  With my third round pick approaching, I was torn with who my first RB was going to be, since it was evident after two Detroit Lion-like draft selections, I needed to start filling in my tailbacks.  I could no longer ignore the trend of rookie RB and their immediate success in the “National Football League,” (courtesy of Jaworski) so I went with my gut and proudly selected Darren McFadden. 

Cue laughter once again. 

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