I go to Arizona, and draft what I think is a good AL LABR team. It's a 12-team AL only league, so every starter you have matters a lot. When John Flaherty, my second $1 catcher, retired, I laughed about it. When Richard Hidalgo, a $2 outfielder left the Orioles to play in Japan, I consoled myself that I had Nick Markakis, who could be called up at some point, on reserve. When Mike MacDougal strained his arm, and had to miss a month, I congratulated myself for buying Ambiorix Burgos for $2. But when I read that Jeremy Reed moronically ran into a wall during spring training and broke his wrist, I know I'm ****ed.

I didn't go to LABR for the experience, to be one of the guys, to drink beer and play poker with the big shots in the industry - I went there to bring home the title to RotoWire. And I thought the team I bought had a good shot to do it. Screw you, Jeremy Reed - At $15, I overpaid for your unproven ass anyway.

Not that I'm not still going to win it. It just pisses me off that it's not even Opening Day, and I'm already in a hole.

And for those of you who say it's callous for me to be so wrapped up in my stupid fantasy team that I'm upset with some kid whose career was dealt a serious blow, well, so be it. Roto ball is a callous game, just like the the stock market, just like anything else where your profit is derived from human events. And unlike the capital markets, nothing you do or say in roto causes any calamity on anyone else, so for the sanctimonious among you tempted to play that angle in the comments, you can preemptively shut it.