Congratulations to Billie's Bashers and Nation Builders, who will meet in the two-week championship final. In last week's report, I said, "Our big July deal (he got Giambi and Morris; I got Lowell and Schilling) might come back to haunt me, but I have no regrets."
R Billie won the match 7-4 because he won the trade: compare 4-4-0-.375-.516-.667 from Giambi and 7.0-0-0-2.57-0.71-5.00 from Morris to Lowell being on the DL and Schilling unable to start. A complete game win by Curt would have made the difference for the Walrus, but it wasn't meant to be.
In the other semi-final, the Gashouse Gorillas, who led most of the way in the regular season, were eliminated. The 7-5 margin was extremely close -- Scott took ERA 4.09 to 4.15; considering that's the primary tiebreaking category, Snellville lost the match by .06, or less than a run.
In the consolation bracket, Red Mosquitos defeated the Thunderbirds 9-3, while the Eastern Shore Birds edged Jicks Rays 6-4. Spicol and Greg will battle for two weeks to decide that title. There are also "bronze medal" matches in both tournaments, and I'm even in one of them, but who cares? It's the T-shirt tussle that matters. Best of luck to R Billie and Scott.
This report wasn't late because I was so distraught at being eliminated. Yesterday, something happened that puts fantasy baseball into perspective. The love of my life was in a car accident.
Mrs. Coach, a capable and careful driver, was on Dupont Street, two blocks from home, waiting (with her signal on) to make a left turn, when some distracted idiot ran into her from behind at 50 kph. She's suffering from whiplash-type injuries, but it could have been worse. There were a lot of heavy objects in the back of the station wagon that might have struck her, or her vehicle could have bounced into the oncoming traffic instead of toward the curb. Frequently, on short trips around the neighbourhood, we take our dog, who doesn't wear a seat belt.
So in between eight hours in emergency last night, more trips to the doctor today and calls to insurance companies, we are counting our blessings. My sweetie will need some physiotherapy, but should be fine in a few weeks. The car, which belongs to her understanding employer, can be fixed. By the way, speaking of "could have been worse," the paramedics, tow truck drivers and police all commented that the Subaru Outback is a very sturdy and safe machine. The front end of the other guy's Hyundai was completely crushed.
R Billie won the match 7-4 because he won the trade: compare 4-4-0-.375-.516-.667 from Giambi and 7.0-0-0-2.57-0.71-5.00 from Morris to Lowell being on the DL and Schilling unable to start. A complete game win by Curt would have made the difference for the Walrus, but it wasn't meant to be.
In the other semi-final, the Gashouse Gorillas, who led most of the way in the regular season, were eliminated. The 7-5 margin was extremely close -- Scott took ERA 4.09 to 4.15; considering that's the primary tiebreaking category, Snellville lost the match by .06, or less than a run.
In the consolation bracket, Red Mosquitos defeated the Thunderbirds 9-3, while the Eastern Shore Birds edged Jicks Rays 6-4. Spicol and Greg will battle for two weeks to decide that title. There are also "bronze medal" matches in both tournaments, and I'm even in one of them, but who cares? It's the T-shirt tussle that matters. Best of luck to R Billie and Scott.
This report wasn't late because I was so distraught at being eliminated. Yesterday, something happened that puts fantasy baseball into perspective. The love of my life was in a car accident.
Mrs. Coach, a capable and careful driver, was on Dupont Street, two blocks from home, waiting (with her signal on) to make a left turn, when some distracted idiot ran into her from behind at 50 kph. She's suffering from whiplash-type injuries, but it could have been worse. There were a lot of heavy objects in the back of the station wagon that might have struck her, or her vehicle could have bounced into the oncoming traffic instead of toward the curb. Frequently, on short trips around the neighbourhood, we take our dog, who doesn't wear a seat belt.
So in between eight hours in emergency last night, more trips to the doctor today and calls to insurance companies, we are counting our blessings. My sweetie will need some physiotherapy, but should be fine in a few weeks. The car, which belongs to her understanding employer, can be fixed. By the way, speaking of "could have been worse," the paramedics, tow truck drivers and police all commented that the Subaru Outback is a very sturdy and safe machine. The front end of the other guy's Hyundai was completely crushed.
