Tomorrow evening, I will attend my fantasy baseball draft. Except I won't really. For the first time in the five year history of this particular league, I'm not on the same coast as the other members. I will participate via an online chat.
As always, I do not feel prepared for this draft. And as always, I will be really happy with my team once I've chosen it. And, again, as always, I will hate it within 30 minutes.
While cosmically unimportant, I put a lot of weight on how my team does. Yes, it's just a compilation of statistics from a bunch of random players on teams I don't care about. But it's a fun social distraction, a chance to banter and bitch and have fun with some of my friends. It's a good part of my life, and I'm always glad when everyone gets together because of it.
Except this year, I won't be there. Sure, I'm glad for the L.A. Adventure I'm having. Sometimes, though, I miss things from back home, and wish I could easily transport myself back there. Alas, science continues to fail me in that regard, and I will stay stuck here.
So tomorrow night I will boot up an online chat and curse quietly yet forcefully as my laptop continually drops my wireless connection. It will be a good time spent with good friends. But it won't be the same.
Why I Am Awesome: With a championship and three semi-final appearances in the past five years, I have shown that I am quite adept at running a fake baseball team.
Why I Am Not Awesome: I occasionally cannibalize my material.
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