Monday, April 17, 2006

I bought a new mower, and I bought it at Sears with pride.

It took a few years, but my mower finally died.
My father-in-law delivered this push lawnmower to our house a week after we moved into it back in 2003. A brandless mower with a Briggs and Stratton 4HP engine, it was the epitome of a no frills lawn tool. No bag, small deck, but it cut the grass so how can you complain, right?
It was his back-up mower even then, with miles and years of wear on it. The choke no longer worked, so on cold days you really needed to negotiate with it. It wasn't quite dead back then, but it was close. Frankly, it was Undead. This mower, beyond all my estimations lasted through three hot-lanta summers. It cut all the weeds in my lawn indescriminantly, just like any old blade of grass.
Good mower. Nice mower. DOWN MOWER! DOWN!
Here we are in 2006 and I haven't mown my lawn yet. Not that I haven't tried... my zombie mower has just decided to not run for more than 4 seconds unless you kneel down by the discharge and continually press the primer bulb. Yeah, that's safe.
So, fueled by the embarrassment that is my yard, I headed to my computer to do my research. I was able to quickly list out all the features I needed and some of the thinks that would be "nice to have". I shopped as many home and garden websites as I could and decided that, for everything I wanted in a mower, the Sears Craftsman series would be in my budget.
I wanted a mower with a 21-22" deck, side discharge, rear bag, 6.0+ horses and a 12" rear wheel. I knew exactly what I wanted. Of course I checked out the Snapper, Toro, and John Deere models, but paying $600-$800 for a lawn mower just wasn't high on my priority list. Sears would have to do.
I mentioned my decision to a friend who immediately panned Sears. Actually his words were, "Are you kidding? Everything at Sears sucks."
I said, "but it's the Craftsman model."
"Yeah," he says, "that's what I mean. Sears sucks. It all breaks. You are wasting your money."
Interesting. If you ask anyone over the age of 40, their opinion of Sears is completely the opposite. Reliable, effecient, cost-effective. A company that stands by it's products. Even if you have a problem, they take care of it.
Ask someone under 35, and you get the same response my friend gave: don't waste your money.
What happened to people's opinion of Sears? Sad really. I am right at that middle age where I could go either way. I don't think that the Craftsman product is the best on the market. But I think that it is the best for the money. I remember Craftsman products in my Dad's workshop, and I remember reading the Sears catalog as a kid.
When I think of Sears, I think of a true American company. I think of my parents, and how I look up to them. I think of the times I have shopped there in the past and received a fair deal and good products. There you have it; that's where I am shopping. Boy I hope that mower was made in the U.S.A...
Anyway, Easter Sunday came and it turns out the mall is open. The store was probably running short-staffed and it probably worked out in my favor. I navigated the store to find the row of lawn mowers, picked out the one I wanted and was ready to buy. Even better, the model I wanted was on sale for an extra 30$ off. Perfect.
I tackled an overworked salesman and he rang up my mower, handed me a receipt and shooed me off to the "merchandise pick-up" department.
It turns out that they didn't have any more of the mower I paid for. As an apology for not having what I already purchased, the manager upgraded me to a model that cost 30% more than what I paid. I got all the features I wanted except one (the side-discharge), but in addition I got a self-propelling mower. Neato.
The best part was I didn't have to ask for the compensation. He just offered it. He made it easy.
Thanks Sears. I'll be back. But first, I am gonna tell my friend about how I made out like a bandit.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

2000 visits!

In just 75 days, this page has received another 1000 visits! That's 13 visits a day! Ok, that's not that much. Some days are better than others.
A lot of the recent traffic has been due to the Fantasy Baseball 101 articles I have written. People are always looking for an edge when it comes to this pasttime, and the internet is one way to get it. I hope my articles were helpful. Find them here: Rookie, Draft Strategy, Stadiums, Draft Strategy II, and The Market.
I still get a surprising number of hits because of people looking for info on "Nobody Jeans", which sends people to my "The Decline of Western Civilization" article. I also see a lot of people searching for "Dehydrated Water". Funny.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Tornado!

This past weekend I experienced my third tornado since moving to the Deep South. This was, by far, the closest call.
When I first moved down here, within the first few months we had a tornado touch down pretty close to where I was living. It wasn't really that close -- I was never in any danger, but I had a great view of the town, and the storm, below my apartment on a hill. I was amazed by the color of the sky, the noise of the storm, the force of the wind. I was drawn out to the deck to watch the funnel cloud in the distance, but I couldn't see it. Friends watching the story unfold on the television threw a fit when they found me outside standing alone in the storm. I didn't realize how dangerous the storm could be.
During that same Spring, on a long drive home visiting my Wonderful Wife while she was working in Raleigh, I got caught in a flash storm. On a long stretch of empty road I found myself barely able to drive 10 miles an hour because the rain was coming down too hard. I was acutely aware of the green colored sky and scanned the radio for news of the storm. What I could hear through the static of an AM Radio station confirmed what I already knew to be true: a tornado was near. As the hail started to fall I finally found the shelter of a gas station's roof. Feeling brave, I got out of my car and headed into the store for some snacks. Sideways falling rain had be soaked before I made it to the store's entrance.
I still haven't had a bad experience with a tornado, thank goodness, but this weekend was a lot closer than I ever want to come again.
I spent the past weekend at home with only Little Sis to keep me company. My Wonderful Wife took Bubba to San Francisco so that they could attend the wedding of one of her best friends. Little Sis and I had a great time all weekend, but that is another story all together.
At 3:30 AM on Saturday morning, the tornado siren went off. It was a complete coincidence that I even heard it -- earlier that night I decided that it was warm enough for the first time this year to open the bedroom window. I am a pretty heavy sleeper, but that sound woke me up. I didn't exactly remember what the siren was for at the time so I dozed off. A few minutes later I sat straight up in bed when I was awakened by the familiar sound of hail. I remembered what the siren was for. The wind was picking up, noisier than I remember the usual thunderstorms being. It was actually so loud that I felt my heart race a little.
Calm down, I told myself, what is it that I have to do here? Go get my kid.
I quickly entered her room and scooped her up in my arms. As I was turning to head downstairs, I stopped and grabbed her sock monkey. I am not sure if I grabbed it for me or for her. I gave it to her. Still (mostly) asleep, she hugged it instinctively, and I held her tightly with both arms.
Down two long flights of steps to the basement. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall.
At the bottom of the basement staircase I stood for a moment listening again to the sound of the wind pushing against my house. The noise of the tornado was getting louder, closer. I look around for a good hiding spot and decide that the best spot is actually at the foot of the staircase, where both corners of the basement are fully below ground.
The lights flickered once and went out. Not great. Losing power made the storm feel even closer. As if it was an answer to my failing nerve, the lights came back on. We are going to make it.
We live in a twenty-year-old house. It is a great home, lots of character, and not outdated feeling since we changed some of the paint and removed all the wallpaper. With some of the updates we have done, it is sometimes easy to forget that it is that old (with all the recent development in the area, twenty years is ancient). This storm made the house sound weak and thin. It was as if that house was at the chiropractor and the storm was cracking every old bone in the house. The wind was relentless and it rattled walls and windows for twenty long minutes.
Then, without flourish, the storm quieted down to where I could barely hear it over the quiet rainfall.
With Big Sis still (mostly) asleep, I loosened my lock-grip on her and stood up. Exhausted, I carry her up the stairs back to her room. Laying her down in her bed, her eyes immediately flip open. "Watch Tee-Vee?" OK, kid. Whatever you want. I am too spent to argue.
I brought her into my room, set her in the middle of my huge bed, resting her head on thick king-size pillows. She looked tiny under the enormous down comforter. "Watch Tee-Vee?" You got it, kid. But it's gonna be the Weather Channel... hope you don't mind.
Five minutes later, forty-five long minutes after I had first heard the siren, the T.V. was turned off and we were both quickly asleep, safe out of the path of the storm.

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Laughing Boy


Our kid is getting a sense of humor. By that I mean that he thinks that everything we do is funny. When he is giggling, it consumes his whole body.
I think that he saw this photo and is trying to imitate this kid:

Monday, March 20, 2006

I thought my nephew was a giant...

It turns out that our family just makes "big boys". I took Little Bubba in for a sick-visit to his doctor last Friday and he weighed in at 18 pounds 2 ounces. He is just 14 weeks old.
Big Boy.
I can no longer touch fingertip to fingertip when i hold him around his chest, under his arms.
Very Big Boy.
I mentioned to the doctor that since he has caught this cold, he hasn't been eating as well. The doctor said that he didn't think that anyone would notice.
VERY Big Boy.

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Fantasy Baseball 101: Taking the Rookie Risk

My friend, Archie, recently posted on his website that the highly anticipated rookie Delmon Young will start this season in the minor leagues. (http://bosl.blogspot.com/2006/03/rooked.html) He then poses the question: Is the "sure-fire prospect" worth a roster spot even if he will start in the minors, or do you use that bench position for a player who can impact your team today?

It's a tough question: How much is that rookie worth? You rarely can tell even from reading what all the sports writers pontificate about any particular freshman player. No matter how they did in the minors, college or high school, there is no predicting the success of a rookie ball player.

So how do you answer the question? There are lots of factors. First, decide if this rookie is a guaranteed performer, baseball prodigy and future hall of famer or is this new recruit just a sleeper pick with a big upside. How can you tell? That's where the sports writers come in. I can't visit all the spring training camps, or watch any of the winter ball played in Latin America (someday maybe...), but I can read about it. If everyone is talking about them, chances are that they will make a big splash; consider them the "sure-fire prospect". If you only read news on a particular player only on seldom occasions, or if that player is stuck in the system behind another super-star (like Andy Marte waiting for Chipper Jones to kick it the past few years in Atlanta), that player is a greater risk and is best considered a sleeper.

Another factor is the kind of league that you play in. If you play in a league where you draft an entirely new team every year, future hall of famers do you little or no good if they are not yet playing in the major leagues. However, if yours is a keeper squad it might be worth the risk to spend (and maybe waste) a roster spot to stash away that star in the making.

Beware of the hype surrounding any rookie. It is easy to get sucked in by the likes of Mike MacDougal (fireballer who started out strong in Kansas City, but who burned out quickly), Nick Johnson (touted by the Yankee farm system as the next Babe Ruth, never saw that potential due to limitations caused by his injury prone body), or even Jeremy Reed (who was supposed to revolutionize Seattle baseball last year but ended up striking out once every seven plate appearances and struggled to break a .250 average). Catcher prospects rarely fulfill their pre-season hype. Last year, JD Closser and John Buck broke into the majors last year with high expectations but both had great difficulties adjusting to the workload of a major league season. Closser's confidence has been so negatively affected by his rookie season that he is no longer the starting catcher in Colorado.

There are some players for whom the hype is reality. Albert Pujols, David Wright, Miguel Cabrera, Alfonso Soriano are all the kinds of players that you read a lot about before they even played their first major league game. The day they arrived they made an immediate impact to their teams, and everyone expected them to. Even Johnny Estrada, who worked his way through the Philadelphia farm system and spent two years with the Phillies before being traded to the Atlanta Braves, turned out to be as good as expected. The Braves knew all about this guy, traded star pitcher Kevin Millwood for him and he didn't disappoint. In his first full year with Atlanta he played in 134 games and hit .314 -- he was chosen to the National League All Star team that year.

With all that swimming around in your head, as you read the news and updates about your potential super-stud, read between the lines. Delmon Young is practically the second coming of Dave Winfield, but why is he not going to start in the majors this year? What is it that we are not being told? Although all the prevailing wisdom is telling us to hold on to this kid, that he will be worth the wait, do so with a nod to the risk you are taking by locking up that roster spot on your fantasy team with a player who will not generate any stats for you.

I think that in this case he is worth the risk. In my opinion, it is a good move to make if you can afford the roster slot, you are in a keeper league, and if you don't have any other players you are taking the same risk on.

Other rookies that are worth taking a look at:
Jeremy Hermida (home run power and speed)
Ryan Zimmerman (a lot of talk, not much proof yet)
Francisco Lirano (touted as the next Johan Santana)
Prince Fielder (bigger than his Daddy, hits farther too)
Matt Cain (great ERA and WHIP projected)
Matt Murton (a bit of a sleeper, if he can hit consistently)
J. Gathright (speedy outfielder, could hit for power)
Kenji Johjima (another Japan pro turns MLB rookie)
Josh Barfield (will he be better than his Daddy?)
Joey Devine (Closer of the future for the Braves)
Boof Bonser (wasn't he the tough guy in Teen Wolf?)
Eric Duncan (first baseman of the future for the Yankees)
Josh Willingham (not a strong catcher, might play LF to keep his bat in lineup)
Justin Verlander (Detriot fireballer had rough 2005, but could be a star)
Ian Kinsler (a good hitter in a hitter's park. nice.)

The risk is high with any rookie on draft day. It is unusual that their freshman year is anything superb. Even for Rookie of the Year candidates, a lot of talk is spent on how much potential they have. That being said, i still have a hard time staying away from the allure of the rookie phenom. I am a sucker for a good story, and lots of rookies have that "story". I believe that for all the risks, it is the successful rookie pick that can make or break your fantasy team. I believe that the winner at the end of the season will not only have a team made up of seasoned veterans, but also of several very good rookies who turn out to be better than the middle of the road journeymen usually available on the waiver wire.

Last year I was successful with a team that picked up Huston Street and drafted David Wright. But I had also taken Draft Day chances on JD Closser and Jeremy Reed, neither or who stayed on my roster for very long. Archie, in the same league last year picked Clint Barmes and Dallas McPherson on Draft Day. If either stayed healthy, they would have been stand out picks. Barmes will get another chance to start this year. McPherson is all but done.

So to answer the question: "to take a chance on Delmon Young or let him go," I would take the chance in a keeper league, and let him go if it's not. DISCLAIMER: Past performance is not indicative of future results.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Monday, March 13, 2006

My mind is on auto-pilot

Sometimes when i am distracted I can go on auto-pilot. It happens a lot when I play video games. I can have a full conversation and later have no idea what we talked about. Television does it to me as well -- my wife says I get "sucked in". It happens other times when I have most of my focus trained on one difficult task.

This weekend I was helping someone move out of their apartment into their new house. During the move, while i was wrestling with a large piece of living room furnature, a friend asked me, "Are those new sneakers you're wearing?".

** sweat pouring down my face
** muscles straining under the weight of the furnature
** body overheating under the afternoon sun
** my mind, barely able to focus on the question, reaches back for the most logical answer

"They were new when I bought 'em." It made sense to me at the time.

But what was really going through my mind at the time was something like this, all in slow motion:
Of course she can see by the scuffs that they weren't brand-spanking-new-right-out-of-the-box-yesterday, right?
Or does she mean, did I get them recently?
Does she think five months ago is recent?
Ouch, i wonder if anyone could hear that pop in my back.
Is she making a statement on how I am not wearing Converse All Stars?
Does she know that I run regularly now?
Is she making fun of my shortie-socks?
How could she interrupt me while I am so obviously engaged in something else?
What was it that she was asking me?

"They were new when I bought 'em." It was the best answer I could muster under the circumstances.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Atlanta Traffic

I love to drive. I love it so much, the last car I bought (over five years ago) was a Jeep Wrangler; a great car for cruising on local roads. I also love to take road trips. I enjoy it so much, I used a 15 hour road trip as a "compatibility test" with my wife right after I first met her. But that's a story for another day.

I am from New England. More specifically, I have lived over 80% of my life in the Greater New York/Connecticut/Massachusetts area, and have experienced all sorts of driving conditions. When I say that I love to drive, I mean that for all kinds of weather conditions, in all sorts of places on all kinds of roads. That is, until I moved to Atlanta.

The roadways up north are busy, to say the least. There are stretches of the Saw Mill Parkway in New York that are so skinny, it takes a while to get used to that claustrophobic feeling while you are doing 70 down the winding roadway. There are highways through Hartford that my Massachusetts friend refers to as the Indianapolis 500 -- speeds are high and the roads are wide yet curvy; if you aren't paying close attention you end up in someone else's lane fast. Then there are the "rotaries" in Massachusetts (known as "traffic circles" everywhere else in the country). What Chevy Chase driving through London in "European Vacation" is a regular possibility if you don't just take a chance and put your car into the traffic. It is easy to sit on the side of the road waiting for that opening, but if you just put the pedal down, you'll make it in (this is unusual though -- in MA, people dart in and out of traffic without much notice as a rule, so drivers learn to expect it. Out of State drivers refer to Massachusetts Motorists as "Mass-holes" for this reason).

Growing up outside of New York, you learn quickly how to drive aggressively. Actually, "aggressively" is not the right word -- it implies that I drive with the reckless intention of getting ahead of everyone else on the road at all times. Although that might be the case if I am late for a meeting at work, it usually isn't the norm. What I really mean is that driving up north teaches you how to drive assertively. To signal your intentions and then to do just that. To push ahead and avoid rubbernecking, yet yielding to other traffic when you should. Driving up north, when traffic is actually moving, is a lot like a dance -- there is lots of movement, weaving, speeding up and slowing down. Roads are never straight, and there are lots of hills. Conditions are rarely perfect, and when they are bad, they are downright horrible.

When I moved to the South, I was warned by the good folks who lived down here that "traffic is horrible." I immediately discounted that as the opinion of good folks who have never lived anywhere else. I have seen it before during my travels across the country: local people always think that their traffic is bad, especially around "rush hour", but I have rarely experienced anything longer than a couple of minutes delay navigating what I would easily mistake for regular Waterbury, Connecticut backup.

I was wrong about Atlanta.

Atlanta traffic is awful. Atlanta traffic is ridiculous bad. It is as if everyone gets into their cars at the same time every morning and then goes home at the same time as well. All the radio stations talk about using mass-transit, car pooling, alternative work hours, and even tele-commuting, but when it comes down to it, no one is doing it. This is obvious when rush hour traffic dies down dramatically during the months when school is not in session. I don't know where all the drivers go during the summer, but I wish they would stay.

I can handle traffic. I can handle slow traffic. But this is different. In the land of generosity, humble pie, home cooking and good natured church-going people, once those same people get into cars they are transformed into mean, rude people. To not let someone into your lane when their lane is merging must be part of the driving lessons here. The turn signal on my car at times goes completely unnoticed -- drivers will speed up to "close the distance" between the car in front of them so that another cannot get in front of them.

Add in the number of televisions I see in cars now, and now we have a bunch of dumb as well as aggressive drivers. We have all seen those crazy people who read while they drive, right? It's bad enough when drivers are using a phone while trying to smoke a cigarette and sipping their morning coffee, all while negotiating the roads. Now these nuts have televisions to grab their attention. Nice decision.

To top it off, the traffic around here makes people more reckless. No one drives anywhere near the speed limit, because they all know that at any second there could be a traffic jam that could add an hour onto their drive time. If they can just hurry up and get where they are going, maybe they can avoid the traffic. Right. That works. Hello? Yes, Dumb Driver? You are the one causing the accidents. Ok? Buh-bye.

I am not the only person who thinks that the traffic around here is awful. Some students at a local college created a short film based on Atlanta traffic, focusing on the speeding problem on the highway nicknamed "The Perimeter". I-285 is notorious for high speeds and bad traffic jams. This film, worth all five minutes of viewing time can be found here: http://www.campusmoviefest.com/movies.html "A Meditation on the Speed Limit". It was intended to be a drama, but it ended up winning the Best Comedy award in the Atlanta contests.
Enjoy!

Almost three years now...

My Wonderful Wife's birthday is coming up -- she is turning 29 for the second time. I intentionally exaggerate the effect it will have on her by not actually NAMING the number of years, mostly because I think I am so funny. I don't think she minds it one bit though; she has accomplished just about everything she expected to before she reached this age. I wonder how many people can claim the same successes?
I hit that milestone a few years back and have tried hard not to look back. I am lucky enough to have so much to look forward to that I don't notice so much the time gone by. These two kids of mine occupy more and more of my head every day-- I can't wait to meet them when they get older, I think they are going to be great people. I constantly think about all the places I want to take them, all the things I want to show them, all the things I want to shield them from.
Protective? Yes. Obsessive? Nah, just short of that I bet. Interested? Heck ya. I just love knowing them. They are a lot of fun to be around, and it makes me so happy everytime they let me focus my attention on them. Smothering? I'll try not to be. I have to remind myself to give them just enough space for them to spread their own wings.
So.
Anyway.
(wipes misty eyes)
Aw shucks. These are great times.
And it all started with that one long roadtrip with the girl who would be my wife. We have been married almost three years now. And there is still so much to look forward to.

Recent visitors to the site

I get regular reports on how many people visit this site, how often they stop by and where they are from. I see the usual hits from my family's home state, a bunch from some of my local friends here in the Deep South, and some scattered hits from long time friends who have spread out across the country.

I have recently been getting lots of hits because Fantasy Baseball season is starting up. Some of my FB101 essays have garnered huge interest lately, including one i found most interesting: The Army Corps of Engineers, Washington DC.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

Is Home Schooling a possibility for the kids? Nope, not in this house.

I am the dish washer in the family. Tonight, as I was washing the dinner plates, something i cleaned up reminded me in an off-hand, round-about way of a conversation my friend and I had.

This friend of mine, who I've known since I was five, told me that he was going to put his kid into a private kindergarten next year. The neighborhood they live in is very nice but it is in the middle of a larger part of town that is not-so-nice; the school district has a bad reputation and he has decided that it would be worth spending the extra money on a private school.

My mind started reeling at the idea of spending big money on my kid's school. Of course I would pay, if it came down to it. My children seem pretty smart so far - I sure do want to give them every advantage. But how do you afford it?

Then there is always the "alternative" method of schooling your kids: home schooling. If you home school your children, you don't have to send them to those "poorly staffed" schools with those "bad influence" kids. In fact you might even get a break on your property tax since you have opted out of an expensive part of your county's services. All that aside, I still don't think I could handle the responsibility of teaching the kids everything they need to know -- how could I possibly handle it.

Then it occurred to me... I could at least teach them chemistry.

You know how every bit of matter in it's natural state exists in either a gas, a solid or a liquid? Introducing energy in some way to that matter can change the state -- exciting the molecules or slowing them down. For example, Carbon Dioxide exists at room temperature as a gas -- but if you cool it down it becomes a solid (dry ice). Even water is another great example -- cool it down and it freezes into a solid, but heat it up and it becomes a gas.

With this knowledge I have discovered that I may already have the tools, or at least the "classroom" to teach a chemistry class: my kitchen. Did you know (and it is a bit of a shock to me as well) that milk demonstrates this principle very well? Cooled in the refrigerator or warmed in the body of your neighborhood cow, milk will act like a liquid. But, lo and behold, if you leave that milk out all night so it can return to room temperature it becomes a solid, it's natural state!

Amazing. I have found my calling as a science teacher after all this time. And all because I am the dish washer.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Fantasy Baseball 101: Pre-draft Strategy

So many players, so little time. As the date for your Fantasy Baseball draft looms, your stress understandably grows. How do you create a successful pre-draft ranking for your live or auto-draft Fantasy Baseball League?

Trust me, I know the feeling. One false move and you have got Kirk Benson on your team instead of Barry Zito. If we were playing Fantasy Baseball Wives, then that might have been a good pick. Normally, it wouldn’t be.

So what do you do? In an “all baseball” fantasy league, there are a huge number of players for you to consider for your team: on 29 major league teams, there are 5 starting pitchers + 2 top relievers + 9 position players = 29*16=464. Add in the backups, the rookies and the platoon players, and you have well over 500 players to evaluate. No one expects you to have a short bio ready for each player on draft day. But it sure does help to know who the top players are at each position.

Ok, I confess. I probably know something about each one of those 500 players. But I am not normal. There once was a time where I didn’t know much more than who last year’s players were on my favorite team, and I went into the fantasy draft with just my Yankee-love. In the following years, after a dismal start in fantasy sports, I learned how to learn. I taught myself where to go, and how to gain the knowledge. It took some time, but it was worth it to me.

First thing to know is that you don’t have to put in any extra time if you don’t want to. Most fantasy sports pages provide you with a standard ranking system. Yahoo’s page provides its users with two ranks: a basic Rank, based on last years performance, and an O-Rank, an overall assessment of that players worth, past, present and future. The lower the number, the better the rank; draft players with better ranks wherever possible. Simple, isn’t it?

Other websites provide a dollar value to each player. A player who is valued at $50 is worth more than a player worth $16. Seems obvious, right? What’s nice about this kind of ranking is that you can see the relative difference between players that might be harder to figure out by the Yahoo ranks. Yahoo may rank Jorge Posada and Javy Lopez as the fourth and fifth best catchers in a given year, respectively. A dollar-value based system may assess Posada at $24 and only give Lopez a value of $18. You can see how much difference there is between two players ranked right next to each other as well as compare that value to players at other positions with the same dollar value.

So, basically, with almost no time invested, you have a simple guide to who will be a better pick for your draft. Leagues that use Yahoo’s website for their auto-draft will automatically suggest the default Yahoo O-Rank as their draft pre-rank. With no work at all, Yahoo will make the choices for you, based on who the next best players is available from their master O-Rank list.

One of the things that make it enjoyable is that you don’t have to spend more time than you have. However, I am not satisfied with the Yahoo list alone. Yahoo doesn’t make any pre-draft adjustments for injuries, trades, free agency, or World Baseball Classic participation. So what do you do now? Where do you go to get all that juicy information that makes your draft so successful? There really is no secret. I don’t pay for any of it. All my data is available for free somewhere; in magazines, on TV, on the radio, and on the web.

Every little bit helps. I was always told by my teachers in elementary school, “The more you read, the smarter you are.” In high school and college, my creative writing professors told me that the same holds true with writing, “The more you write, the better you become”. One of my favorite bands, They Might Be Giants, subscribes to the same point of view: the more music you produce the better you become at producing music. Of course, we all do it more because we love to do it in the first place. But the rule holds true to Fantasy Baseball. The more you read about, listen to, watch and look up about baseball, the more you know about baseball.

I’d also say that doing a little bit at a time helps. Cramming might help you score well on that one test, but you are bound to forget all that info faster. If you learn a few things each sitting, you are more likely to retain that knowledge and make better decisions throughout the course of the season.

Most of us regular guys can’t be employed by ESPN and travel around from camp to camp during Spring Training. Very few have that luxury. Instead, we are all in the same position to begin with, knowing as much as those people choose to report. Read as much as you can, and you can try to know just enough that you might be able to get the jump on that one budding star, or to avoid that injury prone dud.

Here are some of the resources I have used in the past:
I subscribe to The Sporting News. Ok, it sounds simple enough, but this magazine gives me a weekly summary of every recent newsworthy baseball observation and how it affects each team. There is commentary on recent transactions, player health, manager opinions, and other expert articles. I rarely have time to read the entire thing, so, when I have time, I sit in my big chair and skim read for the player names in bold. When I notice that a particular player is noted to show promise or greater potential the next season, I circle their name. If a player is mentioned to have some sort of injury or fatal flaw that should keep them off my team, I put an X through their name. When I have time I use the results of this method to bump players up on my master list or eliminate them completely.
I listen to Sports Radio. It doesn’t matter what station you listen to, but any news you hear is more than you already knew before.
I watch SportsCenter. I actually don’t watch many sports on TV until baseball season starts, and then if there is a game on, the TV is on. I might tune in for a good college basketball matchup, but it is not essential. If I see some bit of news on the ticker at the bottom of the screen, I consider that a bonus.
I surf the web. I surf it like crazy. I surf it so much, Bodie from Point Break called and wants to meet me and catch a gnarly wave. There is a veritable encyclopedia of knowledge out here that few people know how to find and read. Here are a few of the sites that I have found to be the most helpful.
www.baseball-almanac.com
www.thesportingnews.com
www.fanball.com
www.kffl.com
www.rotoguru.com
www.sportsfanatics.net
www.cbssportsline.com
I pay attention to what the experts do. Most of the Fantasy Baseball experts I have read all post their own predictions as well as their own fantasy teams. One expert I like to follow is located on Yahoo’s site, Brandon Funston’s “Big Board.” Updated weekly, this will rank the top 50 players at any given week and 100 players during the pre-season (the Bigger Board). If you are looking to see how your superstar shortstop is ranked against the rest of the studs, this is a nice place to look. Funston is generally very objective, and he will tell you which players he himself has selected in his own expert’s drafts.
I review as many mock drafts as I can. Mock Drafts are drafts that act like “practice drafts” for anxious players. From these you can see what other rabid fantasy baseball fans think about the value of each player. You will see player movement trends early enough to then do the rest of the research on other websites to figure out why some people are giving more or less value to a particular player.

Once you have done all the research you can, get yourself a master player ranking list. This list would have player names, positions, teams, probable rankings and maybe even last year’s stats. Cut and paste it from a website, borrow it from a friend, or hand type it yourself, it doesn’t matter. Its value is great. If you can even rank players by position on different pages, that gives you a better look at things. Using this list, for players that you have read favorable news, bump them a little higher on the list. Players that have received poor press or who are injured, bump them down on the list, or eliminate them completely. This will give you a good idea on what you think certain players belong in the draft – when you think they will get picked.

Finally, it’s important for you to have a plan. Nothing huge, just have an idea on what positions you think there are fewer good players at. This year, there are a multitude of very good shortstops available – if you don’t want to pull the trigger on the best one or two out there in early rounds before they are picked by others, wait until later to make your choice. Keep an eye on who has been picked as the draft progresses, and if it fits in the plan, grab one before most of the good ones are gone. Other positions are generally thinner when it comes to available talent. You might want to try to grab one of those players earlier in the draft so that you aren’t left out in the cold when all the decent talent is gone.

Spread it out. Don’t draft too many of one position all at once. My suggestion is for every five rounds pick at least one infielder, one outfielder, one starting pitcher and one reliever. Use the fifth pick to fill in the holes. Another suggestion is to spread out the power/average/speed picks as well. For every power hitter you grab, you should also target one player who hits for average and another who can steal bases. There is no perfect order or formula, just spread it around. The same rule applies to players on the same team. The year after the Angels won the World Series, a friend of mine went out and drafted their entire starting lineup. Of course, many of those players were very good and helped his team weekly. There are reasons that some players bat at the bottom of the order, or pitch at the end of the rotation. Don’t fall into the trap of drafting every player on your favorite team; if just doesn’t work. Every fantasy team will have players from lots of different teams, even teams that have no chance at making the playoffs, let along a World Series.

Ultimately, you should have an idea about what kind of team you want to have by the end of the draft. Do you want to focus on pitching strengths or batting? Are there certain players you like more than others? As you figure that out, I encourage you to keep one thing in mind – pick yourself a team that you love to look at every day; it’s a long season.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Are you kidding me??

This new toy is bound to be the next Cabbage Patch Kid: http://www.appleheadfactory.com/
Teddy Scares...

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Warm and Cozy

Recently we had to take Big Sis to the emergency room. The poor kid got a huge splinter lodged under the nail of her middle finger. I can't imagine how it got there, and it didn't really cause her much discomfort. She had woken up from her nap like any other day and was playing happily in the living room until she eventually let us know there was a problem. Very quietly, she walked into the kitchen where WW and I were sharing an afternoon snack. Without a word she entered the room and walked right up to us. She held her hand up to my wife and said, "kiss?" (we had to kiss it to make it better)
After a futile attempt to tweeze it out myself, while my wife gently but firmly held her still amid her screams, we decided this task might be best left to the professionals. I drove Big Sis to the local Kid's Healthcare walk-in clinic to be seen. Like that annoying, self-absorbed parent that we all hate, I cut the line and asked the admission nurse if it was worth the wait: would the seriousness of her splinter force us to go to the real ER, or could she be seen here.
The nurse led me to a room where the Doctor on duty came in to examine Big Sis's finger. With one look he knew: there was no way he was going to touch it. We had been dispatched to the Emergency Room, Scottish Rite, the prestigious Children's Hospital. The doctor said that in order for him to remove the splinter, he would have to sedate her, remove her nail, remove the splinter and then replace the nail. He didn't have the equipment/medication there to handle the sedation.
Off to Scottish Rite we went, picking up my wife and son. After meeting up with Grandma to drop of the boy, we made the 40 minute drive to the children's emergency room. Supposedly, this is the best place to take a kid in the greater metro area, so that's the place where we were going. Once we were there, and after a long wait, we saw a very nice doctor-lady who brought a tough orderly and a needle of painkillers. Loratab, to be specific, my kid's first fix. Well, after one shot of that stuff, and 15 minutes for it to kick in, the nice doctor-lady was able to gently pull the splinter out without a peep from Big Sis.
About six hours, and $100 later, we were finally on our way home. The drugs hadn't exactly worn of yet either. For most of the ride home, Big Sis sang quietly to herself. One song quickly became her favorite, sung dreamily and repeatedly, I can't even guess what tune it was to. She, in the haze of a Loratab high, contented herself to sing "Warm and Cozy" over and over again on the dark ride home. Our baby was okay again.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

1000 visits!

I am not sure how it happened, but I have had 1000 visits to my site. I have been up and running her for almost three months, so that is more than 10 hits a day. Of course that isn't 10 unique visitors, but still, 10 is 10, and 1000 is 1000. Wow.

I get visitors from all over. Many of them come from BlogSpot/Blogger referrals. You may have noticed that you can click on a link at the top of the page to send you to the "next" blog. I don't suggest it if you are faint of heart; there are many blogs out there that are NOT for public consumption. Seriously, don't press that button.

I also get a lot of visitors from websearches. I get lots of hits from MSN and Google searches based on content that i have in the blog (stadiums, Mayor Nagin, Best Wings in Marietta, Pomperaug Coach, etc.). I am surprised how often people click on random content like my blog.

There are ways that I can optimize the code to this page to get even more hits from random websearches, but I am not an expert on that, and I just don't have the time. Maybe some day.

Oh, and I haven't sold a single t-shirt to any of the 1000 hits. Not that anyone was surprised. Maybe i need to expand my offerings... hmmm...

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Nagin proves himself to be an Idiot, says Johnny Damon

I couldn't believe it. I had to slow the car down and turn the radio up when I heard this.

In a Martin Luther King Jr. Day speech, Ray Nagin, Mayor of New Orleans, said something that made me shake my head in disbelief. On the day where we celebrate the man who said:
"When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" Ray Nagin stands up and dishonors his memory.

"I don't care what people are saying Uptown or wherever they are. This city will be chocolate at the end of the day," Nagin said in a Martin Luther King Jr. Day speech. "This city will be a majority African-American city. It's the way God wants it to be." (CNN Article Link)
Holy candy wrappers, Batman! Even Willy Wonka could tell you that rebuilding a "chocolate New Orleans" would be a bad idea that close to the equator. It wouldn't last through the summer! How wasteful.

Or, maybe he was just listening to a lot of funk music lately? Getting Parilament confused with local city government, perhaps? Chocolate City. Mayor, you are a hoot.


Mayor, will there be a Vanilla Sky in Chocolate City?

The best part was his explanation on what he meant. When pressed that his remarks were devisive and racist he explained, "How do you make chocolate? You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink. That is the chocolate I am talking about." Mayor, what ARE you talking about.

Mayor Nagin is up for re-election in April.

Monday, January 16, 2006

Best Wings in Marietta, part two

A while back I wrote a short article about my experience at Wild Wing Cafe in Marietta, GA. Seriously, the best wings ever. It's a quick read: link

The results of a google search for "best wings" Marietta gives you: http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&q=%22best%20wings%22%20marietta&btnG=Search
My site is the first on the list.
I am going to make this place famous. I want free Athens Fireball in return. And beer.

Baseball Stadiums

My friend, Jeremy, and I were discussing Busch Stadium's demise in St. Louis recently. This prompted us to trade lists on which stadiums we had visited in our lifetime across the United States. (trackback)

Here is my list:

  • The King Dome, Seattle
  • Safeco Field, Seattle
  • Coors Field, Denver
  • Shea Stadium, Queens
  • Yankee Stadium, The Bronx
  • Turner Field, Atlanta
  • The Astrodome, Houston
  • Comisky Park, Chicago
  • Candlestick Park (3Com), San Francisco
  • McAfee Coliseum (Network Associates Coliseum), Oakland

Which makes me think about how much I am looking forward to bringing Big Sis back to Turner Field. What they have done to that ballpark is taken a boring baseball diamond and turned it into this carnival of things to do before, during and after the game. It's not just about baseball anymore.

Once you get to the game, you can take your youngin' to Tooner Field, a Cartoon Network sponsored play area. Designed with the kids in mind, it really attracts a young demographic to the game, which does two things: creates new baseball fans, and retains existing, older fans.

There is an enormous jumbo-tron-like viewing screen, which is almost more fun to watch than the actual game (did I just write that?). The 72 feet by 80 feet "BravesVision" lights up a night game, and is crystal clear during a day game. It makes following the game action very easy, and really gets the crowd involved.

At the end of each Sunday afternoon game, fans 12 and under are invited to "run the bases." Yep, the little kids get to go out onto the playing field and run like little maniacs around the basepaths. On Mother's Day, Mom gets to run too.

Of course, I am still there for the GAME. But if that's what it takes to get my kids interested, so be it. Opening Day is scheduled for April 1st weekend again, as usual, and I just can't wait. With Little Bubba's arrival, it may be harder to get to a game, but I'll be tryin'! See you at the ballpark.

Check out the new online shops!

There is a new section on the right-hand sidebar called "Shops". This spot will be dedicated to places to go o the web to find great stuff.

I have created a new CafePress online store for you to buy Nobody Tells Me Anything Brand Merchandise! Don't kid yourself, everybody will be wanting this by next Christmas. Get yours today!
Click the link to see the latest offerings, and check back frequently to see new items as they are made available.

Below that is my friend, Jen's, Vintage Clothing store. Lots of good finds there, cheap. Check it out regularly; her stock rotates often.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Kids say the darndest things... Especially in the South.

Our Little Bubba is sick. He caught a cold from his Big Sis recently and it turned out to be some big nasty virus called RSV. Supposedly it isn't very nice to the wee ones.

Turns out that after some coughing and wheezing, a trip to the pediatrician and two trips to the hospital, he has been diagnosed with bronchiitis (infant bronchitis) and pneumonia. He has some antibiotics to take as well as another medicine that he inhales through a nebulizer. Neato. He is such a trooper -- barely cries, a little fussing, but generally pretty happy. Good kid.

My Wonderful Wife, during a break while Little Bubba was napping this afternoon, took Big Sis for a ride down the driveway in the wagon. They were met by our neighbor's child, Katie, who is a precocious little 8 year old. Very nice kid, very talkative, and not shy at all. W.W. told Katie about how Little Bubba was sick, and that he had "Bronchitis and Pneumonia." Katie nodded knowingly, responding "Oh yeah. My cousin is sick too. He has Bronchitis and Dwarfism."

Is it baseball season yet?

I am hungry.
Starved in fact.
My only nourishment is coming from a website that we keep up, referenced on the sidebar there, about our Fantasy Baseball League. I need to have myself a full baseball meal. This always happens to me during the winter. It's the same every year. I have had enough baseball by the end of October, and I barely think about it during November and December. But once January comes... hoo boy.

The World Baseball League should be interesting, and will probably keep my hunger at bay for a little bit. But that is still over a month away. Until then, I talk baseball with anyone who will listen. You'd be surprised to hear that there are others out there like me.

  • I discuss trades,
  • talk about free agents,
  • mull over the sorry state of the Red Sox,
  • lament the Red Sox acquisition of Mark Loretta to fill their 2B hole,
  • revel in the "Babe Ruth-like" acquisition of Johnny Damon by the Yankees (could this be the Curse of the Idiot, another long Red Sox World Series drought? please, let it be so.),
  • argue with the sister-in-law's boyfriend that it's ok to be a Yankee fan AND a Braves fan because they are in different leagues,
  • compare recent Hall of Fame inductee, Bruce Sutter (the fourth reliever inducted ever to the Hall), to our own superstar, Mariano Rivera,
  • coax and cajole the father of a friend to join our highly competitive keeper Fantasy Baseball League,
  • discuss the merits of the Rule 5 Draft with people who actually know what Rule 5 is.

All the while, I completely ignore that there is a Basketball season, forget that there are NFL playoffs happening, and barely acknowledge that the hometown Thrashers might actually make the playoffs in their short NHL existence.

I can't wait to bring the kids to baseball games this year. I was totally disappointed to find out that the Atlanta Braves vs. NY Yankees games will all be played in New York again this year. The Yankees haven't visited Atlanta in years.

I have considered canceling NetFlix just so that I can subscribe to XM satellite radio in order to get all the Yankee baseball broadcasts.

I look forward to the start of Spring Training when I ritualistically buy a new Yankee cap to replace my own. As a part of the ritual, I "hand down" my current Yankee hat to someone who is a fan, but really needs a good hat. Last year's hat remains on my shelf because it has become my "painters cap"; I can't wash it enough for it ever to be anything other than a "work hat".

I have two coffee table books for when I have a coffee table that will not be attacked by my curious children. I received one of them from one of my sisters, a Rolling Stone Top 500 Albums book. Very cool. The other is a History of the World Series. I love that book.

You are welcome to join me in the baseball talk by clicking on the link on the right for the Baseball Addicts Anonymous page. See ya there.

Monday, January 09, 2006

My gym teacher died.

My former gym teacher just passed away. He was too young, dying in his sleep at the age of 53. This is shocking to me, trying to exersize more now to keep from dying, but this isn't about me. This news has struck my littlest sister hard -- she played basketball for him for years. She and her former high school teammates got together Saturday night to watch some old game footage.
I wish his family well. We enjoyed his class. I enjoyed watching the girls volleyball team he coached.
Here is the article from the local paper:

Basketball coach's death leaves community shocked
Sunday, January 8, 2006
BY JOE PALLADINO
Copyright © 2006 Republican-American
Pomperaug High School girls basketball coach Pete Kamide died at his home early Saturday morning, leaving an athletic department and a community shocked and saddened.
Kamide, who taught in the physical education department for a quarter century and who was in his 19th season as head basketball coach, was 53.
"Right now we are still in shock and disbelief," said Pomperaug High athletic director Joe Velardi. "Pete touched so many people in this community."
The Pomperaug girls played at home Friday night against Lauralton Hall, winning 41-33.
"As he walked out of the gym Friday he complained of a little headache," recalls Velardi. "He went home, called the newspapers, watched a little television, had dinner, and went to bed. He passed away in his sleep. There is an autopsy being done (Saturday). We don't know what happened."
Velardi said that Pomperaug's girls basketball game Tuesday against Newtown has been postponed. A determination has not been made on the home game Friday against Masuk
"The kids on the team and their families are deeply saddened," added Velardi. "It is hard to gain perspective right now. Nothing has been decided. We need some time to deal with that."
One man who coached with Kamide for more than a decade, and taught alongside him for more than two decades, is Pomperaug football coach Chuck Drury.
"I am as shocked as everybody today," said Drury.
Kamide served as a football assistant for Drury for eight seasons, and Drury was a basketball assistant for three more.
"Pete was a wonderful husband, father, and coach," notes Drury. "He was a good friend and a good colleague, and he had a great relationship with a lot of the other coaches. He was a guy's guy. I guess a guy would understand what that means."

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Jack Edward is here!!

My sis has FINALLY had her kid. I'll get a picture up soon, with her approval, but the kid is a GIANT!!! Jack Edward was born at 3:08am on January 4th, 2006. He was 9 pounds and 10 ounces, and 22 inches long. As my mom says, "A big baby for our little Katie."

Hurray! I'm an Uncle!

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Just let Ryan do it.

It has been too long since I have posted, and my head is filling up with too many random thoughts. I just need to share some of them.

Was it just me, or did Dick Clark mess up the New Year's Eve Countdown.
Fifteen, Fourteen, Thirteen, *mmmph*, *mmph*, eight, seven, six... and so on. I lost four seconds off my year. Thanks, Dick. I realize you are recovering from stroke and that you have made great improvements, but DANG! This is live television! Let's just let Ryan Seacrest do it next year. Maybe Dunkleman will join him.

Sidebar: there is no way that Mariah Carey wasn't freezing in that outfit. She sure did seem a bit "happy" to be there... did you notice that too? And when did she become so "voluptuous?" E-gad, I couldn't decide what was more distracting, Mariah's skimpy outfit or trying to decipher what Dick was saying at that time. Ugh. Not my favorite New Year's Eve TV moment. But that may have everything to do with the fact that I was more sober than I had ever been on a NYE, since I was eighteen? Maybe. Two kids and one less than a month old sure does curb your New Years Eve party experience.

Happy New Year!! What is your resolution?
I have thirty more pounds to lose. I'd like to see the inside of 200, and it would be great to hit 190. If I can start running again, I'd like to run the Peachtree Roadrace on July 4th. That one might be a stretch.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Camera fun

Some photos from the holi-daze.
Hope yours were happy.


Friday, December 16, 2005

Cake Good.

My kid is very smart. At least I think so.
She is really starting to talk, putting together full sentences. The odd thing though is that she has this odd English dialect that is something like "Eastern Caveman".
Oh yeah, she can put together a sentence, if you have the time to wait for all the words. It is great to watch her mind work as she puts the words together. The first word is spoken, (count to three), and then the second word is spoken, and so on.

You can ask her just about anything and she will give you a good answer. Here are some of the favorites:
Last night, after dinner we gave her a piece of coffee cake left over from Saturday breakfast. Unprompted, with a mouth full of dessert she stammers "Cake!" pause... pause... "Good!" She did this for the entire time she spent eating the cake.
Her favorite movie is "Finding Nemo". She can watch this movie in the morning, ask for it again in the afternoon and then want to watch it once again in the evening. If you say things like "I like Dory," to her, she will respond "I-Ike" pause... pause... "Dough-y" pause... "too". Very cute.

She has really started to get two syllable words down. It used to be that all words, no matter how long or complex they were, only had one true syllable. If it was a two syllable word (doggie), the first was the only pronouncable part of the word (daw, no 'g'), and if it was longer (cock-a-doodle-doo) the last was plenty (doo). I first noticed the use of two syllables when we were decorating the Christmas tree. There is a "holiday moose" (don't ask, i don't know) on our tree, and she will point to it and say "moo" pause... "sss". Ok, so she turned a one syllable word into two. I am still proud.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Finally home and settling in...

I'll be laying low for a little while. I am afraid that little sleep makes me stupid. My writing when i get little sleep is also stupid.

*Sigh*

On a lighter note, the First Kid (i'll have to come up with a better pseudonym when i am less tired) demonstated how smart she is tonight. Her Southern Grandpa asked her where she wanted to go and she pointed to the kitchen. When they got there she pointed at a part of the coffee machine in the drying rack and said "Kah", which obviously means "coffee". He picked it up and said, "yes, Coffee." She then pointed to the fridge and said "Kah" again. He carried her over there and watched as she pointed her way through the contents of the fridge to the very back to where the coffee is stored. She made him take it out and bring it to the counter where she asked him to open the cabinet through a series of grunts and pointed at the filters.

She cried a little when I wouldn't get out the coffee maker to make her coffee and just gave her milk instead. These kids today. The attitudes on them...

Saturday, December 03, 2005

El Nino has arrived!


At 7:32pm on December 2nd 2005, our son was born at 37 weeks. He is a healthy 6 pounds, 6 ounces, a little heavier than his big sister was when she was born at 38 weeks, a svelt 5 lbs. 14 oz. He is 18 inches long, one inch shorter than big sis was.

Toe count: 10
Finger count: 10
Cute factor: 10
Grumpy old man factor: 10

Mom is doing very well, much to my relief.

Friday, December 02, 2005

The New Kid on the Block Arrives One Week Early. Film at Eleven.

Yep that's right. The new Kid shows up today. Not as of right now, but the C-Section is scheduled for 5 o'clock this evening.

One week early.

I can barely breathe.

I'll let you all know how it goes later. Say a little prayer for the wife and future kid, would ya?

At the very least, my wonderful wife is relieved to be rid a little early of the extremely difficult and persistant contractions she has been experiencing for the past six months.

I still can't breathe.

I am very excited to have a son. Thanks, Wife. I love you.

December 2nd, 2005.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Goodbye, Gordie!

We had to say "goodbye" to one of the Kid's new friends this week, Gordie.

Gordie had a recent introduction into our household, and he was welcomed with open arms. We named him Gordie because the name just "fit". I even called him Gordo as a nickname because he was kinda plump around the middle.

The Kid loved Gordie. Ever since Gordie arrived in our house, she would carry him around the house in her arms. She would give Gordie kisses, and rock Gordie to sleep at night. Eventually Gordie lost his appeal and he had fallen out of favor with the Kid. Eventually she ignored him completely, as kids tend to do when they lose interest in something. But he stayed with us because, well, the wonderful wife and I just liked having him around. He reminded us of all the good times we had these past couple of months.

Lately Gordie started to smell a little funny. I can't actually describe it, but it wasn't anything that soap could fix. The other day he got a little soft on one side, so the wonderful wife and I decided it was time to let Gordie go. One night when the Kid wasn't looking, we tossed him into the garbage. Goodbye, Gordie! We'll miss you!

Here is a photo of Gordie:

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

There Really is Tolerable Children's Music Out There

Ever since the Kid was dropped off by that stork we have been very lucky to receive all sorts of great gifts for her. Clothes, toys, books, furniture; all kinds of neat things that she will probably have to work most of her formative years at a Kathy Lee Gifford sweat shop to earn enough to repay the favors. One of her favorite gifts arrived very early on and is still one of the favorites: a compact disc of children's songs.

This single compact disc has been in circulation in my wonderful wife's car for over a year. This single compact disc has made many a long car ride bearable. It has the power to bring her out of a crying fit so quickly, you would think it was laced with Benadryl. It has songs so catchy that you don't mind that they get stuck in your head all day (the wonderful wife might disagree with me on that one, but she' s pregnant and cannot be trusted). Let me tell you, I have heard a lot of children's music recently and it's not all good. I am certain I will hear a lot more children's music in the future and I hope it gets better. (please, let it get better)

But this set of songs are different. They are actually good. They have great structure. The melodies are interesting and challenging -- not too simple that they become boring, not too difficult that the Kid doesn't get it. The have good themes to them. They aren't mindless nursery rhymes put to music sung by a chorus of kids (gag). But most of all, they're fun. I love singing these songs along with the CD while we are driving to the store together. The Kid is starting to learn the words, and she has already learned the hand movements we made up to go along with a few of them.

Now, this is no ordinary CD. This is a Laurie Berkner CD. Don't know who Laurie is? You must not have a kid under the age of four. Allow me to (as Ad-Rock, Mike D and MCA would say) "drop some science": Laurie is a singer/songwriter who will soon out sell even the venerable Raffi. How is this possible, you ask? Check out some of her music on the Noggin Channel's website -- she has a few songs on the "Jack's Big Music Show" program. You'll probably like them even if you don't have a kid.

We were given the CD by my wife's friend, Shannon, who grew up in the Deep South with my wonderful wife, but now lives in New York. She, along with their friend Melissa, had the good sense to suggest that we ought to name the Kid "Shalissa" after them. Or "Melannon", but no one is named "Melannon" nowadays so that just didn't seem right. Shannon, as it turns out, happens to work for Laurie. (cue the "revelation" music)

When Shannon gave the CD to us, it was before the kid even showed up and I remember thinking, "boy, that's a wierd name for a children's CD: Bumblebees and Googleheads." Well, you can't judge a CD by it's jewel case. I am so thankful for this CD that when Shannon visited our house on Monday, I gushed about how great Laurie is, and how much the Kid loves her music, and how we don't travel anywhere without it. I must have blabbed about it for what probably felt to her to be a long time. So long that Shannon called a day later to tell us that she is sending the Kid some more Laurie in the mail.

Thanks Shannon! The Kid and her doting parents appreciate it.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Talking Like a Pirate

My sister-in-law has recently confessed her fascination with pirates to me. I don't exactly understand what the draw is, but it seems that others share her affinity with the pirating people. She has even taught my kid how to cover one eye with her hand and say "ARRRGH".

Nice. Can we focus on the alphabet, please? How about the numbers 6-10? No? Pirate-speak? Fine. At least you are playing well with my kid.

Well, this post is in Adair's honor. I'd like to direct her attention, and the attention to anyone else so afflicted with this strange obsession, to this website: http://www.talklikeapirate.com/ I am sure that you will find this interesting. I don't, but I also am not a huge fan of bananas, so what do I know.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

My kid is ridiculous cute... part two.

I love Ikea.
Ikea is one of my favorite furniture stores.
Ikea is one of my favorite kitchen hardware stores.
Ikea is one of my favorite decorating stores.
Ikea is one of my favorite stores.

This past weekend one of my favorite stores had a very good sale on champagne glasses. The glasses aren't very nice, just very cheap. How cheap, you ask? I'll tell you. The glasses are so cheap, you could have that romantic drink by the fireplace and toss away a pair of glasses every night for a month and it would only cost you seven bucks. In February. Yep, that's right, at twenty-five cents a piece, I had to get to Ikea immediately.

In order for me to satisfy my shopping urge, I needed to take my lovely daughter with me. Shopping with her is not simple. IF you can get the kid into the shopping cart (or "buggy" as they say in the Deep South), you normally are on a rigid time limit before meltdown occurs. In order to keep Her Highness satisfied, happy, appeased, occupied, one would need three arms. That is, IF you can get her into the cart.

One of the things that I have been doing in order to get myself into better shape is taking my sweet kid for hikes around the local mountain side. The trick to getting an 18 month old kid to hike is to never let her feet touch the ground. That's right, you heard it. Don't let the kid do any walking on her own. It's not that she wouldn't enjoy walking the trail; trust me, she would. She would probably enjoy it too much. So much we would spend too much time pointing at and naming every leaf on the ground, every tree, every bird. Let me assure you that each animal/vegetable/mineral that she names makes me one proud papa, but we are doing this for me as much as her. To keep the hike at a reasonable pace I have decided to use a "backpack carrier" that my friend, Fig, gave me after his kid grew out of it. Her Highness loves the backpack carrier. She calls it the "pack".

Ok, thanks for sticking with me here...
That digression explains how I was able to deftly maneuver the winding aisleways of Ikea, with two free hands to push a cart load of cheap-o champagne glasses as well as several other well-priced goodies. My very cute kid sat in the backpack carrier during the entire trip through the store, not just the first hour, but also when we sat through the long checkout lines, and then even longer while we went back into the store for some post-shopping snacks. Not only did she last the 85 minutes or so, she was happy.

You just can't beat that with a stick. My kid is ridiculous cute.

Friday, November 25, 2005

National Shopping Day

Today will be short as well. We spent the morning traveling to the local mall, driving a little out of our way to check out a tag sale first. The tag sale was a bigger score than the mall, but the play area and mini train ride was a big hit for the kid.
Sidebar: please take this time to read the "Decline of Western Civilization" post from the archives... the problem still exists and there doesn't seem to be any end in sight. In fact, the syndrome that has plagued females has caused a seemingly new trend -- sweat pants with the thong. *gag*
I need a moment to recuperate.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Thanksgiving = Diet Amnesty Day


Happy Thanksgiving all! I hope that you enjoy the day, don't have to work, get to spend it with family and friends.
and don't forget... Thanksgiving is Diet Amnesty Day -- the day when all diets get tossed out the window until Black Friday. Black Friday is actually named for "the day when all diets resume."

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Fatty McButterpants goes on a diet

I went to the doctor for my yearly, wife-imposed visit to my doctor. I probably would not go if it weren't for my wonderful wife, unless of course i had a limb falling off or i was bleeding from my eyes. It's always good that she sends me, but I just wouldn't choose to go if it were up to me.
I wouldn't choose to go because normally the doctor finds something wrong with me. This time was no different. It turns out that i have ridiculously high cholesterol and I was given three months to straighten it out before I would be "put on the pills." I would be advised to take a daily cholesterol-lowering medication for the rest of my life.
So there I was: overweight and hungry, worried but not knowing exactly why, feeling angry and not knowing at what. When I made it to the doctor's office they weighed me in at about 255 pounds (i don't know exactly how much over 250 I was because once they moved the counterbalance to the "250" marker i turned my head up in embarrassment). I am guessing 255 because i think it is reasonable based on how little she tapped the single pound weight to the right.
The photo you see on the right is of me a few months earlier. My head had become this round basketball shape to match the medicine ball i carried for a belly. I had started to lose my chin and had trouble seeing my own shoelaces. I tried to ignore it, but it was even starting to get difficult to pick my kid's toys up off the floor -- bending over was tough, and I was just generally out-of-shape. I had tried to get into shape a few years ago and went to the gym fairly regularly. The problem was that the trainer I had didn't understand my body, by eating habits or my workout goals; frankly, I didn't understand them either. Going to the gym, taking the supplements and following the "diet" for about six months left me frustrated and about 10 pounds heavier than i was. I am certain that I did put on a decent amount of muscle mass but I was still disappointed in the results. Two pregnancies later (honey, it is NOT your fault, it just made it easier for me to EAT EAT EAT), I ballooned up to my 255-ish frame. And there i was, at the doctor's office. TA-DAA!!
So, I didn't know what to do to fix my problem, but I knew I had to do something. I was angry that I let myself get into this situation at all, but worried that I might be out of control and spiralling towards an early demise. But I ain't no River Phoenix... I can kick. Food ain't the boss of me.
Today, about 10 weeks after that doctor visit, and about 7 weeks after I started a strict diet and excersize, I am now 30 pounds lighter. I weighed in this morning at 222.5 pounds. I have been that weight now for about two weeks; my first plateau, it seems.
How did I do it? Simple. Eat right and work out regularly.
Seriously.
OK, I'll explain it a little further. "Eating right" means cutting out the crap. Stop snacking on crap, stop drinking crap, stop picking crap up from the fast food restaurants. Cut the Crap. No more sugary snacks, no more non-diet sodas, no more desserts. I didn't need it anyway, no matter how much i wanted it. But enough about what NOT to eat. Everybody knows what NOT to eat. The question is, "what the heck is GOOD to eat?"
That is where it got a little tricky. The latest fad in dieting is the Atkin's low-carbohydrate diet. That all makes sense because it eliminates the foods that turn into simple sugars in the body and forces the body to work harder to process the food it takes in. There were two problems with that: no one, not even body-builders, needs that much protein, and since I am "high-cholesterol" I cannot live on animal products alone (meats, dairy, eggs, etc.). The Atkin's diet is a high-cholesterol nightmare. A single egg has more cholesterol in it than I should eat in one entire day. If I had cheese and sausage on that croissant along with that egg, I'd be killing myself even faster.
So where do you turn? Again, it's simple, and we learned it in grade school. Remember the "food pyramid"? Yep, that's it. You are supposed to have only a little bit of what was on the top of the pyramid and a whole lot of what was on the bottom. Guess what is up at the top of the pyramid: fats, meats, dairy, etc. And what's at the bottom? Whole grains, breads and other carbs. Surprised? I was.
There are three things that makes it work:

  1. What is in between the fats at the top of the pyramid and the grains at the bottom are the Fruits and Vegetables. Those are the things that your diet should really be made of.
  2. Portion size is extremely important. The correct portion size for your meat serving is the size of a deck of cards. Know how many Porterhouse Steaks are that size? None of them are. After a while you get used to eating smaller portions. At a restaurant, get into the habit of boxing up half your meal immediately instead of at the end.
  3. The biggest thing is exercise. None of this works unless you are exercizing every day.

You have to do it, it doesn't take long, but you do it because it feels good after you are done. Before I start running in the neighborhood I dread it. I make excuses for myself on why I can't go out this morning (rainy, cold, my joints ache, I was up late, I have to go to work), but I go anyway. Don't let the excuses get in the way, I tell myself. Once I am back, no matter how tired I am, no matter how much my joints really do hurt, it still feels good.

Thirty pounds later I am happier for starting. I can see my shoelaces again. I can pick up my kids toys off the floor. I see my chin again (although I hide it behind a huge Van Dyke in the winter). And I am not done yet. I want to break the 200 barrier. I entered college at 180 and if I can get below 200 I would feel like I did when i finished college. I was a good size back then. Maybe then I will change my photo on the blog.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Old blog posts appear on my new page! E-GAD!

I have taken some of the old content from a blog page on My Spaces and dropped it onto here. I like the layout and the formats much better here. I can also edit a lot of the HTML content, if i ever figure out how to do that... heh.
So, there are some new "previous posts" that existed on the old site, that I figured were good enough to include on here. No big whoop. Have some coffee. We'll talk.

The Early Showing -- a preview of RENT

I guess that sometimes I get to be the first to find things out, like how fine the contemporary rock opera, "Rent", works as a film. I had the opportunity to attend a preview showing of the movie "Rent" last night, the conversion of the Broadway musical, which was a modern day version of the opera, La Boheme. You probably already knew that.
The last musical I had seen on the Big Screen was "Chicago", and although it was real good, i had trouble shaking my feeling like we were watching a film of a stage production. "Rent" works differently because it plays better as a movie, where it just happens that the cast of vagrants, hetero/homo/bi-sexuals, addicts and HIV+ bohemians sometimes bust out into song instead of just speaking their mind. Normally we would all think that this would be very strange and maybe a little off-putting is this happened in real life, but since the songs and music RAWKS it makes it seem okay. Sure, you notice that people are singing rather than speaking, but the music matches the emotional weight that the themes carry, and well, it just works. All right, there are times when it's a little distracting when one of the lead characters is singing so dramatically while riding his bike that you are more worried that he will hit a New York pot hole and spill off his bike, but whatever, the rest was great.
For someone who has the entire script memorized, down to every lyric and musical note (no, I don't know the dance moves, so don't get cheeky), I did find it distracting that some of the script was actually spoken rather than sung as it was in the Broadway musical. Once I realized early on that this was the way it was going to be, I recovered quickly and found that I enjoyed what this interpretation brought to the story. By reinventing some of the visual elements for the screen, it was easier to see the depth in the characters, easier to see that their depravity was curtailed by some regret, easier to see that their losses and stife were eased by the sense of family that the band of outcasts had. This was all in contrast to the view that you get from only listening to the music or from seeing the musical from 150ft away in the enormous Fabulous Fox Theater.
At that distance, you can't see the emotion the way you need to in order foryou to truly appreciate the characters. The film, up close, makes the characters more human: you see the pain on Mimi's face as she suffers with her addiction; you see the love that Maureen and Joanne have for each other in the midst of their arguments; you see the loneliness that Mark feels while everyone around him couples-up. The film, up close, draws the connections between the characters, the story and their relationships that the musical, from great distance, struggles to make.
For someone who already likes the show, I would highly recommend this film. Leave your strict interpretations of the musical behind, because you will not get a word-for-word rendition of the stage script here. For someone who has not seen the show before, I can only tell you what I saw in the theater: the girl who sat next to my beautiful and very pregnant wife cried uncontrollably for the last half of the movie. My broker tells me that her reaction may not be typical of future results, but I have a feeling that others will feel the same.

On a side note: Did anyone find it funny hearing Roger singing about a Blaze of Glory when he looked so much like Jon Bon Jovi? (thanks, Elise)

Also: Roger standing on top of the desert mesa during the "America at the Millenium" song seemed too contrived, but it did show the extreme juxtaposition of his current situation vs. his previous and future homes.

One More: I missed the sub-focus on the homeless... "honest living, honest living"..., but I liked the repetition of the Life Support meetings. That worked well for developing the HIV theme throughout the movie, while pulling the friends closer together.

Monday, November 21, 2005

Funny -- I am one of the first to know about this. And i don't have much to contribute...

I got an email from my friend, Sheila, this morning. It went something like this:
"Hi friends, I'm emailing you with some information about a new project I'm involved with at George Mason. We created a digital memory bank to collect stories from those affected by this year's hurricanes: Katrina, Rita, and Wilma in particular.
I know that most of you were not in harm's way, but you might have participated in a fundraiser or known others who traveled to the coast to volunteer. We have not begun to nationally publicize this project yet, because we want to get as many contributions as possible before showing it off to the media. So, we need your help—and that of your friends, family, neighbors, and co-workers—to make this important project a reality. Feel free to forward this along to others. Below is some information about the project that summarizes what we are doing.
Have a happy Thanksgiving.Thanks for your help! Cheers, Sheila "


Neato. A project! Problem is that I don't have much to say about the Hurricanes except that a) we had great weather in this area as a result of those storms, and b) my Fantasy Football League suffered because Deuce McAllister (runningback for the Saints) and his team didn't have the focus to play very well. That is, he didn't play well until Deuce's season-ending injury left me without a running back and only the great weather to comment on as a result of the Hurricanes. Here is the rest of the info she passes on:

"The Center for History and New Media at George Mason University and the University of New Orleans, in partnership with the Smithsonian Institution’s National Museum of American History, recently launched a new historical project—the Hurricane Digital Memory Bank: Preserving Stories from Katrina, Rita, and Wilma http://www.hurricanearchive.org. We are working with other organizations in the hurricane-stricken areas to preserve the history of the devastating hurricane season of 2005 by creating a permanent digital record of the events and the responses to those events.
Among other things, we are asking people to contribute personal accounts and recollections of their experiences with the storms of 2005. Those experiences, individual and collective, need not have been where storms came ashore, nor do we expect them necessarily to be heroic or harrowing personal tales. These can be very short or much longer recollections about how you, your friends and family, or your co-workers were affected by the 2005 hurricanes. If you choose, you can submit your account anonymously. We encourage you to visit the site to read examples of contributions people have already made to the Hurricane Digital Memory Bank.
In addition to personal recollections, we also created a repository of digital images, where people can easily place the pictures they took or received of the hurricanes, their aftermath, or the recovery efforts. The memory bank will also collect audio, moving image,text, or .PDF files that may be uploaded to this site. The site includes a set of basic instructions about how to submit your digital materials. Note that placing any of your material on the site does not mean you lose control over your materials. You still own them; in contributing them you give permission to the Hurricane Digital Memory Bank to display them on our site and collect them in our digital archive for use by future researchers and historians.
We hope to foster some positive legacies by allowing the people affected by these storms to tell their stories in their own words, which as part of the historical record will remain accessible to a wide audience for generations to come.
This project builds on prior work by George Mason University’s Center for History and New Media, and other partners such as the Library of Congress and the Red Cross, to collect and preserve history online, especially through the ECHO (
http://echo.gmu.edu) project and the September 11 Digital Archive (http://www.911digitalarchive.org). It is part of a growing practice of using the Internet to preserve the past through “digital memory banks.”

Yep, still nothing of value to say.
Actually I have one other comment -- I will probably be in the market for a car soon and now will only consider buying a new car. I would have, in previous years, only wanted to buy used because of the huge cost savings, but now that I have heard the horror stories of flooded-out cars being resold by unscroupulous or uninformed dealers, I will stick to a new car.

Gas prices have finally come below two bucks a gallon also. It's about dang time.

Yeah, I am pretty sure that the digital archive doesn't need to hear from me.

Nobody Tells Me Anything -- Day One: The Justification

Matt here, generally uninformed. Glad you have found me here.
I live with my wife, daughter and soon-to-be-born son in the Deep South, far from my family. We have infrequent visits with the family, each of which ends much too soon, but we try to call enough to make sure that we keep up on the family events. But for all the phone calls, it happens much too often though that I am "the last to know". I have a feeling that I am not the only one out there that suffers from this same dilemma. Here's how it usually goes:

I am talking to my mom the other day and at the end of the conversation she says, "Oh, and by the way, your cousin, Kathy, is pregant. Did I tell you that already?"
"No, Mom. That is definitely news to me. That's great though! Three is a magic number," I answer.
"Oh and one more thing -- Ted died." Ted is my grandmother's former second husband. Long story. Skipping to the end of that story, no one in the family is wrought with grief at Ted's passing. Trust me, it's a long story.
"You're kidding! Mom, when did this happen?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't know, a few weeks ago. I am surprised you hadn't heard...," she trails off.
"MOM! Of course I hadn't heard! Nobody Tells Me Anything!"
"That's funny," my mom says, "when I told your sister, she said the same thing."

And there you have it. The beginning of the blog. It's as good a place to start as any. Let this be the place to go for information that you would not have normally known. Or, if you think that you have a bit of news that I would greatly appreciate catching up on, feel free to let me know.

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Closer - a movie review.

My wife and I watched the movie Closer last night. She was surprised that I didn't mind seeing it, and i realized why once it started -- it wasn't a movie about relief pitching in baseball. Actually, I am still having trouble figuring out what significance the title has with the content of the movie.
I was a little disappointed in the overall movie. As a film, it did things well -- it had great unity bringing closure to things that happened throughout the story while ending the same way it begins. The film played loose with the timeline in a way that made the next year feel like the next day, not letting the viewer know how much time had passed until it was necessary, and never waiting too long as to frustrate or confuse the viewer. There were elements of this movie that I really liked, including some time spent focusing on photos, or film "stills", during a motion picture -- that irony was not lost on me. The idea of the photographs all being "a lie" was a view on the character's personality as well as the writer/director's opinion of the medium itself. All these things were very well done, but I do not think that it could save the story of the vulgar and unhappy, miserable lives the characters lead and make this film enjoyable to watch.
None of the characters were at all likeable. Even at the point when you think Alice (Natalie Portman) is a likeable or sympathetic character, the story takes you down another path which ruins that idea completely. Each of the four characters spend the 4 years of movie time lying to themselves in order to convince themselves that they have what makes them happy. Each of the four characters do despicable things to themselves and each other. My wife suggested that the only thing that made the movie endurable was that they didn't do these things to anyone outside of this group of four. It was hard to watch without wondering who actually acts like this in our real world -- how could people let this go on for so long, how could people be so cruel to each other? I think that the answer is in what the movie omits from the story -- the jumps in the timeline conveniently leaves out any explanation for the horrible decisions these people make. The film catches us up on the story by telling us just enough for us to understand that bad decisions have been made, but makes no justification for them. We are left to believe that these are just bad people, making poor decisions. None of the characters, as a result, were at all likeable.
For stylistic elements, a decent soundtrack (I can't listen to that Damien Rice song in the same way ever again), and well done elements of film, it might be worth the 100 minutes. But if you want to see a story about lovers who end up with the wrong mate, who then decide to switch things around a little to see if they can get it right, ending with some justifiable reason for the infidelity like "True Love wins over all", then you have come to the wrong place. Skip it, and check out Shrek 2 instead.

Monday, April 11, 2005

Fantasy Baseball 101 -- The Market

Welcome back! I am happy you are reading and I hope you are enjoying. I apologize for the delay since my last article, but it seems "draft fever" is highly contagious and I have spent the past 5 days in bed hopped up on some flu remedy or cough syrup. For those of you who participated in the draft, I am sure you noticed how your pulse raced a little bit as your pick neared. I am also sure that you broke a little sweat when the player you had your eye on was suddenly taken off the table by the manager ahead you. Draft Fever. Feels good.
It's remarkable how rewarding this is -- I don't think that there was one person who participated in the live draft who didn't walk away thinking, "Yes, this is the team I wanted." I even think that the non-par managers fared pretty well too.
Generally, the first 5 rounds of the live draft are pretty standard. There are rare surprises, and each manager expects to get their handful of studs to help carry their season. Of course there are a few "OMG's" here and there, but that is the nature of the live draft. It's beginning with round 6 that the challenge, and the stress, really begins.
Rounds 6-10 of this draft will be the hearts of your lineups, the souls of your pitching squads. These next 5 players you will pick aren't as good as the "studs" but they are still solid players on their own. In fact, there may be a few "sleepers" in the pack; players who might at the right time suddenly awaken into the star player you want them to be.
There are a finite number of strong players at any position that you want to build your team with, and after that the pickings are slim. In some cases, a bad pick an hurt more than it can help. In the search for that perfect sleeper I found myself stretching for Rob Nen, the once studly closer, who decided midway through a season on the DL that he would just retire. Ouch -- a wasted pick.
Let me look a little further at that one position - the Closer. The closer produces Saves (that coveted stat), K's and eats innings while keeping his ERA and WHIP down. Every team has at least one closer, so there are plenty to go around, right? Not exactly. There may only be 12-14 worthwhile closers in the entire league. These closers will do exactly like i had said, produce good numbers, while at the same time do not get hurt. Figure that a strong Fantasy Team needs up to three decent closers. If you settle on poor closers in later rounds of the draft, you might get your Saves category locked up, but it could be at the expense of Losses, Hits and Earned Runs. Managing these risks are the nature of the game. Knowing ahead of time that RP are few and coveted, it is wise to earmark a few for early rounds of the draft.
This is where the idea of "the market" comes into play. In Economics 101 we learned the law of Supply and Demand. A lower supply causes greater demand, and higher supply causes lower demand. If during the draft you notice that a certain position is being picked ahead of where you thought they would normally be ranked this creates a change in "the market", where this one position becomes overvalued because of their scarsity.
It happens often where some managers might get anxious and draft that position immediately after that "trigger". Situations where 4 or more players are drafted from one position is called "a run". This is why it is important to pay attention to what every one else is drafting while you make your picks. By the time the draft comes back to you, you may feel pressure to join in that panic buying and draft the same kind of player. Chances are, in these cases, you pick a player who is overvalued at this level of the draft that you still have a chance at getting in later rounds if cooler heads prevailed. Then again, sometimes you just have to strike when the iron is hot.
The types of positions that typically experience Market fluctuation depending on how others are drafting are: Closers, Ace Starting Pictures, Catchers, 2nd Basemen and Shortstops. Each of these are high-impact positions where the talent pool is thin. There will undoubtedly be a run on one position or another during this draft -- its just important to plan ahead so that if you get caught up in it, you can still come out ahead.