Championship: Conceding Defeat

There comes a time and point during every championship, or even presidential election, where the losing team, or person, knows all hope is lost. It’s 1:45 p.m. Pacific, and that time is now for No Gimmicks Needed. It’s time to conceded defeat, and admit that I have lost TheBaseballStars World Series by a score of 8-6.

Now I could sit here and talk about how I lost the title, but fact of the matter is The Terror Returns won. Solid hitting and clutch pitching (Damn you, CC Sabathia) put No Gimmicks in its place. Later today, when the score is official and the tears dry up on my cheeks, I’ll look further into perhaps the greatest finals in the history of our league.

Congrats, FreeSanJose.

Fantasy football already? Booooooooooooooooooooooo!

Baseball is America’s Pastime. But Football is the country’s most popular sport. Does that make any sense? Not to me.
I don’t know about you, but I’m annoyed with the influx of football talk already. I can’t stand it. Can’t I enjoy my fantasy baseball season in peace?

Four Bagger: Let there be light

I knew when I drafted my teams before the season that my squads would be competitive. It was only a matter of time before they would start performing like the stars that they are and lift me into the upper echelon of each of my leagues. Was it because of Clayton Kershaw or Jay Bruce? Nope. Read about this and more in this week’s Four Bagger.

Changing of the guard

Randy Johnson. Andruw Jones. Pedro Martinez. Gary Sheffield. There was a time when having these four guys on your fantasy team pretty much gave you a straight path to the finals. Now having them can lead you straight to the nut house.

Four Bagger: Winners and Losers, which one will I be?

“No Gimmicks Needed” finally posted a victory in the TBS/State League, and the team picked up a couple of coveted young hurlers in the process. But such was not the case in the SLO League where another beatdown sends my squad back to the cellar. Read more in this week’s FOUR BAGGER.

Dear Bobby Jenks …




I know you and I never saw eye to eye. I mean the only time I owned you in any fantasy league you sucked and I paid the price. But today you stooped to a new low. You blew a three-out save and cost me, your MLB team and the ace (Javier Vazquez) for both our teams the victory. And while I should be cheering your anti-heroic efforts (my opponent in TheBaseballStars league has you, and I’m a Red Sox fan) it hurts even more today because you couldn’t get the job done — you gave up just one run, enough to cost Vazquez and the White Sox an instant victory, but not enough to get a loss for yourself. Instead your manager took you out of the game to protect your arm because there was no save opportunity. Do me a favor next time, finish the job one way or another. It does no one any good to leave things unsettled. I bet even your teammates, who have endured lengthy rain-delays and now a game suspension, would agree.

Yours truly,

Newspaperman