After much anticipation and post-draft build-up, the fantasy baseball season started with a bang. That bang, of course, was the sound caused by every pitcher I own dousing themselves in gasoline and proceeding to light a match. I shouldn't have to tell you that the season is a marathon and not a sprint, although quite frankly one look at me would tell you I'm not exactly a running enthusiast. However, it is important not to make rash decisions because your sleepers are still snoozing or because some of your players appear to have a better chance of riding to the ballpark on a unicorn than getting a hit.
Finally, I wanted to close with a quick comment on the tragic death of