From 1984 to 1993, I participated in a fantasy baseball league. My team was called the Cliff Dwellers. The name is based on a Yogi Berra quote. He once supposedly said about a close game, "We've got a real cliff dweller going on here". My fellow owners nick named my team the Cellar Dwellers with good cause. My teams were either hitting rich and pitching poor or vice versa. I could never strike the right balance. In 10 years in the league I never once finished in the money. Our league held to the rules of the original fantasy league handbook "Rotissery Baseball". You compiled hitting and pitching stats in 5 categories each for every game. You didn't have to mname a line up every day. If your player played, you got his stats. The pitching stats were Wins, Saves, Strike Outs, ERA, and Loses. The worst situation was when two of your pitchers faced each other. The best you could hope for was that one of them would win while the other guy didn't get hit too hard. Which brings us to July 18, 1988 when the Cliff Dwellers had two pitchers facing each other:
VSYou might wonder how I could remember the details of this meaningless game from over 20 years ago. I didn't. I remembered the situation and that Mahler was still with the Braves. I narrowed the game down to sometime in 1988 or 1987. I looked at likely games in 1988 on Baseball-reference.com. It was the second game I looked at. Here's the box score.
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I was going to say ... how do you remember all that?
I had your exact same luck with fantasy baseball. I was also in a rotisserie-style league and I could never do anything. I can't remember how many years I was in it -- 4 or 5. But I quit eventually. It was killing my enjoyment of baseball!
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