Why, God, Why?

Allow me to vent on a sports-related topic for a few minutes. *watches 95 percent of his audience leave*

So, I am in a fantasy baseball league with some friends of mine. Right now, we are in the final round of the playoffs, and I am playing in the third-place game. And, uh, I am also on the receiving end of a vicious ass whipping. It is just completely brutal right now.

About an hour ago, I came home to find a player I had benched, Evan Longoria, whom I usually play I might add, hit three home runs today. Why did I bench him? I have no clue. It was one idiotic decision to toss onto a host of brain farts I have made since the playoffs started.

To make a sports parallel, I would say my fantasy season has gone exactly like the Los Angeles Lakers' season this past year. I had a tenuous beginning (looking back on it, I had a horrendous draft -- good players in the beginning, but lots of shitty players at the end). However, I recovered by making some brilliant pickups in the free agent market (about half my team I picked up via free agency; all of them put together are basically my Pau Gasol trade). Then I started rolling through all opponents on my way to finishing third in the league during the regular season, and very close to second place (this is the Lakers' run to the NBA Finals).

This last month in the playoffs has essentially been my NBA Finals -- my team is every bit as crappy as the Lakers were against the Celtics. My first round match-up was the Lakers' two token wins against the Celtics (my offense played out of its mind, and I pulled some dirty tricks, pitching-wise, to secure my victory). My second round match and the final up to this point have been about as embarrassing as Game Four of the NBA Finals, except I never had a ginormous lead to lose. My pitching has stunk since the playoffs started (this is what I get for relying on a bunch of young, easily tired pitchers throughout the year), and apparently my staff has spread whatever vile disease it has to my hitters, because they now stink as well.

My offense is hitting .192 overall. My ERA is 11.20. How is this possible????? I should not be at all worked up, because this is, after all, fake, but I was having so much fun with it throughout the year, and now I want to become a serial killer. Which is, by the way, how the Lakers made me feel too.

In conclusion, if you are a person of faith, please pray for my team to not suck. kthx

EDIT: Oh yeah, Katana, I know you're a Cubs fan -- tell Ryan Theriot to stop being such a friggin' bum and actually play like the guy I traded for, plz. He's killing me.

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