The Clash of the Titans

With all of the craziness and gnashing of teeth that has gone on in the last two weeks in the league, I thought it would be good to get back to why we started this whole blog. To make fun of Rob Reed each other.


As fate would have it, the whole world is watching the titanic clash between the twin behemoths of Baseball Geeks and The Fantasy Baseball Generals. Not because it is a great matchup. Everyone wants to see if TFBG can get swamped again and go three straight weeks without a win. Another resounding defeat and we will have to change our team name from The Generals to The Cleveland Spiders.


So what is in store this week? With another loss, the Generals clubhouse will become even more morose, as even Farino's dating record in college will far outshine our performance. And believe me that is pretty bad. It may come to hiring a psychologist, a la the New York Knights in The Natural.


It is my sad duty to report that during a social discussion with Geoff Stein, he recalled having sand kicked in his face on the beach via a big hulking guy whose name rhymes with Saul Bleco, getting sand in Geoff's horn-rimmed glasses and his Texas Instruments sliderule. In my mind this makes him an honorary "geek" much like his brethren in Rob Reed and Sean Sultaire, both of whom proclaim their baseball geekdom to the world. Indeed the picture in Geoff's profile on the Expert League Bios page shows him at his computer desk, no doubt playing World of Warcraft and doing his best impersonation of Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. Todd assures me that is a 100% accurate pic of Geoff.


Rob Reed has told me point blank that he hopes to strike a chord of revenge for Geoff, Sean and all the other geeks in the world by putting a smackdown on the Generals this week. The Generals have fired all their bullets, and our pitiful bullpen is only equipped for a slapfight. If there is one pretty picture to get into your head, it is picturing a slapfight between me and Rob Reed. Wearing sumo thongs.


So if you are interested in the titanic slapfight between the two worst teams to date in the league, this week is your week. The Generals' once vaunted high hopes have been dashed, much like RC Rizza's once lofty aspirations of becoming a Knicks City Dancer and meeting Isiah Thomas. The RotoAuthority team is so far ahead of us that we cannot even see them. Evan Dickens, no doubt humbled by only winning 6 points against us, was forced to quit the Fantasy Baseball Mafia Wiretap show, as Tony Cincotta told him he would sleep with the fishes if that happened again. Not that he would be whacked, but that he would be forced to pull a Troy McClure, thereby being banned from Sea World.


When my beloved Cleveland Spiders get whipped again you will know where to find me. Even the Geeks of the world will have their week and what better elixir for a last place team than to face a team whose best starter is Joe Blanton. If only there were a RotoDoc in the house.