What I liked about my draft: I did most of what I wanted to do: picked up left-handed hitting, defense in the outfield, a good reserve catcher, and loads of relief pitching. In the minor league draft, I got Lincecum and one of the better-ranked shortstop prospects.
What I didn't like: I'd wanted to pick up a few prospects in the major-league draft, like Chris Iannetta, but waited too long. Now I'm left to depend on retreads, hoping that Andy Sisco rediscovers himself with the White Sox, which is like hoping that Britney Spears develops class. When my Over Their Head Gang crashes and burns this season, I'll return next season to losing 90 games. As for the minor league draft, even with the 10 picks I had, the bad decisions I've made over the past few years have left me with fewer true prospects than any other team in the league.
My breakout player this year (in real life): Chris Young. He better be; everybody has him as a major impact player. But three years ago, in another league, I drafted Jeremy Reed, another centerfielder with the same type of glowing reviews. And you know what happened to him.
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