Fantasy Baseball Existentialism: The Dumpster Dive
After a 13-hour work day, I took a walk through the North Bay suburb of Petaluma—southwest Petaluma to be exact. The sun had set but the sky was still mostly blue, surrounded with red paint above the mountains that surround our valley. I hadn’t had time to check Twitter that day, so when my brother, Ringo, texted me, “Got heeem!” I was hopeful he meant that the San Francisco Giants had acquired David Price.
“Price?” I replied.
“Not those Giants. No, we got your boy: Dan Uggla.”
“He’ll hit.”
“You’re insane.”