Is this what it's like to be a GM?
It is 10:15 PM.
It feels like 3 AM.
I've been sitting at the computer analyzing baseball statistics and making draft picks for my fantasy baseball team since 7:45. My eyes are burning. My brain is melting. My butt hurts. I'm unhappy with myself for making at least two tactical mistakes - and those are the ones I figured out for myself.
Why do I do this? Because it's fun!