Redraft leagues that permit trading take you places you wouldn’t otherwise go, although the same can be said of kidnappers. In a no-trading league, wherever Clayton Kershaw or Paul Goldschmidt or any high- or mid-priced player is at the end of the draft, that’s where he’ll be at the end of the season. In a league that permits trading, though, if you’re the Kershaw owner, you will be fending off suitors like a romance-novel heroine. You might be offered, say, Danny Salazar and Carlos Rodon—to take two names that, as you’ll see, aren’t chosen at random–for Kershaw, and you’re going to have to do some spadework to figure out if the deal might be worth your while.
We ourselves, as we’ve mentioned, play in just one trading league. That would be the Bluefish Blitz league, in which trading is not just permitted but encouraged, and not just encouraged but virtually compelled. We have survived our own pluperfect stupidity in this league—we’ll tell you at the end of this installment about the dumbest thing we did—and, rising on stepping stones of our dead selves to higher things, have assembled a roster that, when you squint hard at it, appears to be marginally competitive. And now, having spent more waking hours in the past month devising, contemplating, proposing, and receiving trade offers than we have on personal hygiene, we’ve reached the conclusion that we’re one good starting pitcher away from actual contention. Read the rest of this entry »