Uch

The ’62 Mets & ’03 Tigers ain’t got nothin’ on me

Despite my better judgment (and a ten-year layoff), I drafted a fantasy baseball team this season. Given that I have not passionately followed the sport since the 1994 strike robbed my White Sox of a world championship, I did not expect greatness, but this is fucking ridiculous:

Team.................Record.............Winning %.......Games Behind
1......................22-11-3...............653.......................-
2......................22-14-0...............611.....................1.5
3......................21-15-0...............583.....................2.5
4......................19-14-3...............569......................3
5......................19-16-1...............542......................4
6......................19-17-0...............528.....................4.5
7......................17-16-3...............514......................5
8......................16-19-1...............458......................7
9......................16-19-1...............458......................7
10....................15-19-2...............444.....................7.5
11....................16-20-0...............444.....................7.5
12 Uch’s Team....7-29-0...............194....................16.5


That will teach me to draft 6 Yankees (including A-Rod, Jeter & Rivera).

To make matters worse, my mom’s team is in third place. Will someone please give me back my testicles?