As I watch the All-Star Game, the cynic in me can't help but focus on the chumps who have given fantasy owners the proverbial kick in the junk. I'm sure they feel bad enough already, but in the interest of fairness, their lack of achievement deserves recognition as well. I'm not talking about a ribbon with the word "Participant" emblazoned on it; I'm referring to something much more prestigious: a spot on the Tidy Cat All-Litterbox Team of Turds.
The process in naming the TCALTT is a selective one that involves a pile of stats, a case of Miller Lite, testimonials from disgruntled fantasy owners, and the
Hey, did anyone hear the President was at the game and in the locker room? Seriously, you'd think that would get more play.