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March 19, 2004
THE FINAL COUNTDOWN
No, I'm not talking about that cheeseball 1987 song by Europe. (More on that in a moment.) But as I write this, it's after 9 pm on Friday - which means that the fantasy baseball draft is less than 12 hours away. Tomorrow morning we'll all be getting together at around 7:30 (how dedicated -- or stupid -- must we be to be awake that early on a Saturday?!) at Tim's place, and at 8:00 am sharp the first player will be thrown out for bidding. I feel like a little kid on Christmas Eve.
My team name has become one of the running traditions in the league, in that my franchise changes names almost every season. If a name doesn't bring me great success, it gets trashed -- and since my team usually sucks, the names don't last too long. For the last two seasons, my team has been known as "The Green Monster" in honor of my beloved Sox. But after finishing 11th and 8th in a 14 team league, it's time that name was retired. For the new name, I have looked to my favorite ultra-violent video game for inspiration. This year's incarnation of my franchise will be.... (drum roll, please)... the "Vice City Vultures." (See logo below, courtesy of Rockstar Games and some creative additions using a graphics program.)
The Vultures aren't going to take any guff from anyone, let me tell you. With this guy's attitude, the rest of the league had better watch their step. I'll let you know tomorrow night which players became Vultures for 2004.
