Meet the Met
I’ve drafted my fantasy baseball team (the mighty Pretzel Vendors).I’m not convinced listening to hours of fantasy baseball podcasts and poring over my Bill James book did a whole lot of good, but it should be a fun fantasy season, nonetheless. Drafting in haste, I’ll be tweaking at leisure. Or something like that.
I’ve renewed my mlb.tv subscription. They also successfully upsold me a minor league baseball subscription (for pennies, so I couldn’t resist). I’ll have literally thousands of games at my fingertips. I now have to (a) work out how to find more hours in the day (b) decide which AAA sides I should keep an eye on (c) fight off any buyer’s remorse when I don’t have the time (or maybe even the inclination) to watch thousands of hours of baseball every week. However, I doubt there is a better value deal in all online-sport-y-watching this side of a dodgy streaming site, so I should be happy with the deal even if I don’t use it each and every day.
But perhaps most importantly, the New York Mets have confirmed I’m their “tenth man”. And about time too. I mean, I don’t think they could do a whole lot worse, and they need all the help they can get. Click-y the picture to see my swanky, lifelike trading card in its full glory. They even made a whole video about me, but sadly I can’t embed the thing. But you can make your own here. It is great fun.