Tout Wars is one of the two biggest events in the industry (the other being LABR), and I'm fortunate enough to be invited to both events by the powers that be. Last year I came in third place in LABR, but I was flat out embarrassed by my bottom barrel finish in Tout. 2014 will be different.
In what follows I'll break down my club. Is it perfect? Nope. Can it be competitive? Maybe. Can't be worse than last year. If it is, they might revoke my privileges.
15 teams, 28 rounds, $260 auction
Mixed league -- MLB player universe
5x5 rotisserie -- R, HR, RBI, SB, OBP; W, SV, K, ERA, WHIP
And yes, one key point to note before getting to the team. Batting average has been replaced by on-base percentage for the purpose of this league, so before you question all of my selections, make sure to factor that in to the equation.
Catcher: John Jaso ($5), Yasmani Grandal (1)
First Base: Eric Hosmer (22)
Second Base: Aaron Hill (11)
Third Base: Brett Lawrie (13)
Shortstop: Elvis Andrus (20)
Middle Infielder: Brad Miller (12)
Corner Infielder: Corey Hart (6)
OF: Matt Holliday (23), Hunter Pence (21), Alex Rios (21), B.J. Upton (6), Daniel Nava (7)
Utility: Michael Brantley (4)
Before I break it down know this – I really like my team, and in fact it was called a very “Ray-like” team by many people. Why?
I have three Giants including Tim Lincecum.
I drafted B.J. Upton.
I did very well based on my projected dollar values in the 2014 Draft Guide for the players on my roster. Here's the breakdown.
(1) None of my nine pitchers cost more than my dollar rankings suggested they would. In total I actually rostered the nine hurlers at a $46 savings.
(2) According to the prices I suggest paying in the Draft Guide, I earned $68 more in value for hitters than I paid for that value on draft day.
Of course, it's impossible that I spent $260 and rostered $374 in talent, right? Still it makes me feel solid about the club.
Two trip highlights before I break down the team.
Jeff Mans, my BFF, got a bouncer in his face for no reason (apparently talking to ladies at a bar isn't allowed in New York). Jeff, not one to back down, said the following to the bouncer who was literally standing one inch from his face breathing his smelly bouncer breath all over Jeff (this has not been exaggerated for effect, this is exactly what happened). Jeff said, and I quote “Do you know who I am? I'm famous. Throw the first punch bro and I'll own this place.” Cooler heads prevailed and we went back to looking at pretty ladies. I look at Jeff totally differently now. He's not just a pretty face with frosted tips. In the future when trouble arises I'll push Jeff to the front of the crowd and have him take the lead. He's way more manly than I am. I just wanted another Vodka and Red Bull.
Saturday night there was a fight as we were walking out of the club at 3 AM (and yes, I slept about seven hours the two nights if I was lucky). One of my buddies, let's just call him Nando Difino for lack of a better name, didn't want me to get caught up in the brawl. Mind you at 3 AM we were all feeling pretty good and none of us had the old equilibrium working at 100 percent – so my friend came to my aid. Nando, and remember his name has been changed to protect his identity (not really), grabbed my arm and tried to pull me to safety. As he removed me from harms way he spun me by my arm so I took a header. Well, a little more graceful than that was I, but I got a jacked up bump on my shin. Good news is I can use it against “Nando” forever. Bad news - one of the guys in the fight got knocked unconscious as he fell into the gutter. I certainly came out ahead with only a bruised shin.
Now to the club. No, the baseball club, not another club in New York.