Two down and two to go. Last night I completed what was quite possibly my worst baseball draft in a couple years. I would love to blame the booze, but I came into this one sober. I was simply outclassed.
Clear of mind and focused on the task at hand, I sequestered myself to the man cave. Armed with Red Bull (OK, more than just a splash of vodka), my notes, projections, and the USA baseball on the TV for motivation, I drafted like a tequila-fueled Jim Bowden after a night at a Dominican den of iniquity . My fellow league owners were one step ahead of me at nearly every turn. I became annoyed, angry, and ultimately, exhausted. At least I think I learned something.
1. Your next pick WILL get taken. If you are playing against a quality opponent, they will be on their game. Chances are they have been reviewing similar if not the identical resources you have. You might even be friendly with them and god forbid, you might have even discussed strategy. In other words, Ricky Nolasco is not a sleeper
2. Don't get flustered. Everyone else is changing their plans too. Just because your next stealth pick was taken is not justification for you to reach for your deep sleeper at that position. Have your plan B for every pick.
3. The pre-determined rankings are crap. I appreciate CBS offering the mock drafts. They are great practice. But they are not the Elias Sports Bureau. You won't be drating against "ilikemudkipz" in two weeks. Just because he and a cadre of others think Big Papi is a second round draft pick does not make it so.
4. That next drink, while tempting, will inevitably lead to at least one bad decision. Hey, you learned this while barfing on Max's shoes in 1984...
Time to toughen up. Learn from my mistakes and hide the booze. Who am I kidding? Can I have a refill?
While the waitress is getting the next round, give a listen to some Death Cab for Cutie.