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Fantasy Baseball is in the air.

ERA, WHIP, OPS -- to some those little acronyms mean nothing. To others, they mean everything in the world for the next six months.

Fantasy Baseball is getting bigger every year. The leisure fan jumps in and becomes a nut and then the cycle continues. Leisure fan is the key.

Once they become crazed they try to convert others like a senseless religion pastor trying to get people to drink the kool-aid.

You can probably learn a lot about a guy, or possibly girl, if you ask them if they play fantasy baseball and their eyes light up.

And with about three weeks until the season kicks off, draft day - the most important day on earth - is at the drop of the hat of every second of every minute of every day until opening day.

Don't believe me? Go to ESPN.com and see for your self in the "draft lobby." Talking on the message board to some of those people can be close to brain surgery if you don't know what's up from down.

Try this out for size "you think A-Rod will clinch AL MVP hitting 30HR, bagging 30 bases with a .325BA?".

Some will know others won't.

But there is fun in it all.

Just because, and because I wanted to have together time, I asked my wife if she wanted to join along and, yes, now the wife and me have a fantasy team.

The draft was later at night, so she was only able to stay up the first six or so selections before she hit the hay. I believe I did round out a good roster though. (http://games.espn.go.com/flb/clubhouse?leagueId=79421&teamId=10)

She like names, hence Papelbon's pick, and went with her gut. I tried to steer her with my mythical/empty knowledge of the subject, so we have long names and amazing results.

Wonder if we should name the team www.wichitafallhelpwanted.com?

Posted by Clayton Hein at 1:51 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)