The League of Blood Sucking Intellectuals has long given up on it's once-upon-a-time, we've-only-got-five-members style of roto, for something we hope will suit our larger--hey watch it--more surly group much better. This is still fantasy baseball with attitude played by a bunch of guys who can't figure out what to do with all their several degrees other than play poker, smoke cigars, eat barbecue and play this dumb-assed game. YEAH!
If you're not sure about the rules, take a look at our Constituion, and if you're still not sure, remember the unwritten rule: WALT WINS!
We've been at it for five years, and we've settled here, because I'm having a harder time than the rest of these blood-suckers when it comes to the "WhaddoIdo with my Ph.D.?" question.
I didn't win this year. I still have to get a real job.
We stick to the
American League, because we're proud, because of the three best shortstops
in the game, because of the ancient ballparks, because of the irrepressible,
indomitable, and hated Yankees, and because as bad as the Twins are,
can you imagine Roto with the Marlins?
Right.
Still, we pine for the Big Unit, even if he could only be on one
team. Randy, we love you, come back.
Stats
We post our stats weekly, because we tally them weekly. That's right, didn't get rid of all of our old rules.. You got a problem with that?
By the way, LOBSI endorses Total Quality Stats--an inexpensive alternative to doing roto stats by hand. Send inquiries to baseball99@tqstats.com or check out TQ's web site up, and running at full speed. We are glad that Rob and Scott worked this out. You can check out the LOBSI pages at TQ while you're at it.
A Little Lobsi History
The Blood Suckers originally met in Walt's Grand Boulevard apartment--those were the days, we were doing the Struggle--we called it the Real League, and at night we would play a game called "Find the Cow." Then we got a real name, went to Baltimore, endured the strike, weeded out the weeds, and added some contenders. The Founding Fathers met in Dallas last summer, where Black Jack and his lovely--confused basketball fan--wife live.
Black Jack won the first two years, Spike won the third year. Mike Cuccaro smoked us at Poker and won the fourth year. Then we changed the rules, went to an auction draft, and, guess what, Walter wins! By a single point, and after a week of wrangling with the people at TQ Stats. Anti-climactic? AS IF. And the Dean adopted a partner-young Bells-and won! Padre Hoops wins in roto? OY! And then my little brother won, by nine points over his older brother. The Dog!
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