Banging my head against a wall...

Well, I finished in second place in the fantasy baseball league. Which isn’t bad at all, of course. Especially for someone who’d never done this before, and, apparently, is lacking in some necessary fantasy baseball skill bestowed only to the male of the species. However, the detail that threatens to drive me toward insanity is this: I missed out on first place by TEN POINTS. Ten points. Ten itty bitty tiny little points. Over the last few hours I have, many times, gone over the various missteps I’ve made this last week… each one a decision that, had it been made differently, could have resulted in a first place finish. Not to mention the fact that half my roster was benched today, because it was the last game of the season. I guess that's kind of like the last day of school -- no one really wants to do anything, because they all know vacation is right around the corner. So while those ten points could have easily been accrued with a complete roster, it wasn't an option today.

My only consolation is that the guy who finished in first place has been graciously silent on my standing within the league, seemingly unfazed (unlike many of the others) that a girl managed to do quite well. (Of course, he HAS been in first place for a while… so he probably didn't care as much...) He’s also a Yankee fan, which is definitely a great quality. So I can’t be too dejected by the ten point loss.

And I certainly can’t keep dwelling on, “if only I’d played so-and-so” or “if only I’d benched somebody else.” I mean, that’s pretty much the way life works – you make choices, and some of them work out great and some of them don’t. And there never seems to be much you can do about the outcome. You can only TRY to do what’s best, and hopefully things fall into place in a way that makes sense. Although more often than not, you wind up about ten points short of where you think you SHOULD be…

This whole concept is much less profound in the fantasy baseball world, of course. Sure, I barely missed out on first place. But I CAN still say that I managed to totally kick eight guy’s butts. And THAT, as those Mastercard commercials say, is priceless. :)