So when I sat down with my laptop around 7 PM last night for my draft, there were no piles of Rotoworld printouts in sight, and I hadn't studied any fantasy-analyst babble for days. (I will admit, however, that I did have about eight separate Bleacher Report tabs open, but old habits die hard.) Though some freakout was alleviated—I even distracted myself by making dinner during the draft (unheard of!)—I still managed to draft a pretty crappy team. Or maybe what I mean is that I still managed to draft a team that looks good on paper but will invariably screw the pooch. It's just nice to know I'm consistent, regardless of approach.
At some point in the tenth or 11th round, I remember typing in the draft page's live chat room, "I already hate my team." And I meant it.
Here are a few of the Adam Dunn Slob Gut draft highlights from last night:
Round one: Tim Lincecum's contact-buzzed fastballs
Round four: Jason Heyward's still-yet-to-be-realized hitting prowess
Round six: Starlin Castro's inevitable Cubs-fated decline
Round ten: Jonathan Papelbon's obnoxious batter stare-down (I wanted Papelbon like I wanted a sharp stick in the eye, by the way)
Round 11: Ubaldo Jimenez's very questionable 2011 stat blowup
Round 13: Buster Posey's healed left leg and repaired ankle ligaments
Round 18: Jeff Francoeur's whiffing
Round 20: Bryce Harper's mega-prospect pressure