As we approach our 77th birthday, it occurs to us that our earthly remains will likely be released into the Pacific Ocean before some of the young men we draft this month reach the major leagues. We hasten to add that that dire event has not been predicted as imminent. However, we wonder if we will be able to follow the Sweets and the other four DMB teams that we operate, as well as the flesh-and-blood teams in MLB, from our place in the great beyond. We hope so. How could a place possibly be called Heaven if there were no baseball?
Butch
Walla Walla
Solution:
Trade all your good players to me. I’ll keep a close eye on them for you. Ha ha.
Oh, and as a reminder for everyone with the trade deadline approaching:
#donttradewithKyle
With the 1st pick in the draft I gotta make sure I find the next Spencer Torkelson. and then DON'T DRAFT HIM !!!!!!!!!