Fantasy baseball is supposed to be fun. Instead, I drafted 14 pitchers, forgot outfielders exist, and now I’m projected to finish 12th in a 10‑team league.
I’ve spent three hours researching WHIP and I still don’t know what it means. My friends keep saying, “It’s a long season.” That’s the problem. I don’t think my nervous system is built for 162 games of this.
