Week 6 v. Put it on the boooooooard! Tim

I'm not going to lie to you. It was rough. Real rough. But enough about me being too sick to post this entry on its appointed day, and on to the foreshadowing that was the fantasy week prior. Luckily, I told you something about Put it on the boooooooard! Tim before, so I will skip that now. His squad smacked me around good. I lost ALL pitching categories, that's right, ALL of them. ERA and WHIP were close, though. A rough outing from Wakey, Wakey plus the curse of Brandon Lyon (more on that later) did not help there. I caught up on Saturday, but Tim got a gem from Roy Halladay on Sunday.

Surprisingly my hitting was very competitive with his team. He's been near the top on that side for much of the year - he's got a killer middle infield duo of superstar Hanley Ramirez and super-sleeper Aaron Hill. I managed to win RBI and steals. I was ahead on average and runs at different points. Nine home runs seems like a lot from my crew. But the big loss hurts nonetheless as it drops me to 4th in the Megan Fox Division, and 8th overall in the league. If the playoffs started today, I'd be the last team in. This position is even sketchier than it seems, though.

I also lost two players this week: Conor Jackson and Luke Scott. Scott's been good, and he apparently wrenched his shoulder and could be out for a long time. Since this entry is very late coming, we now know he'll be okay sooner rather than later. Jackson, on the other hand, has been awful. He will join Carlos Guillen on my DL. Hopefully they'll each figure out how to play baseball again before they return. So my team will have a real short bench coming up. Luckily the scare from Pedroia turned out to be nothing and I snagged a good buy off the waiver wire in the form of Willy Aybar. With Pat Burrell out, he should see lots of time at DH in the middle of a nice Rays lineup. Well at least he's better than Brandon Lyon. Then again, so is a month-old bacon and mayonnaise sandwich found under the refrigerator.

The opponent for Week 8 is Nipple Jeff. What was that again? Jeff earned his nickname by attempting to calm his crying, probably hungry, newborn. Only his wife wasn't around, so he had to improvise. He thought he might fool the baby temporarily by offering what he had available. Fortunately the child was smart enough to recognize that this was not mom's comforting bosom. Given all of that, I hope I beat this guy. Fingers crossed...