Have you watched what the Rays have done these past few years and thought to yourself, “I could run a team better than that!”? Did you pull your hair out when the Rays traded Scott Kazmir for three prospects or when they gave away Delmon Young after his rookie season thinking the club could have done much better in those trades? Then fantasy baseball is for you! Where can you find such a place to talk with other armchair general managers? Take it away, Terrance Mann.
Ray, fantasy players will come. They’ll come to RotoJunkie for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your website, not know for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your homepage as innocent as children, longing for the past. “Of course, we won’t mind if you have a look around,” you’ll say. “It’s free.” They’ll set up an account without even thinking about it; for it is desire they have and fantasy baseball success they lack. And they’ll come into The BullPen, and browse in shirt-sleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserve seats at their computer desks somewhere in their homes, where they sat when they were children and cheered along watching simulated games on Earl Weaver Baseball 1.0. And they’ll study the game, and it’ll be as if they’d dipped themselves in magic waters. The information will be so thick, they’ll have to brush it away from their faces. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been fantasy baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But fantasy baseball has marked the time. This game, this hobby, is a part of our past, Ray. It reminds us all that Ben Sheets was once a model of health, and he could be again. Ohhhhhhh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.