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May 27, 2010
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Posted by Whitney Freese
Dee meeting Brandon Webb
May 27, 2010
I’m not going to lie, I have a love/hate relationship with fantasy baseball. When my manfriend, Daniel “Dee” Clark, or “Barfy” as many of you know him (just ask if you want to know the latest adventure of Captain Barfy—it involves a boat party and some misery on my part), first asked me to play fantasy baseball I was ecstatic. I had stood back as the boys scoured Ron Shandler’s Baseball Forecaster, which they exchanged every Christmas, wondering how a game could be so in-depth and intricate. I remember reading through some statistics in Shandler’s book and asking “Who in the hell is Chone (which I pronounced like it looks, with the sound “ch-“ as in Chad) Figgins”. While laughter erupted, my knowledge was a mockery of the sport. I knew it was time to start studying baseball. I started by pronouncing Chone like “Shawn” to help me sound less like a dumbass.
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