The Fantasy Baseball Ties That Bind

He lived in the suburbs. Newnan, Georgia, just southwest of Atlanta. Beautiful wife, three beautiful children. Cubicle job, pleasant enough, with solid pay. Sometimes, during coffee breaks at work, Joey Triplicata and his buddies talked baseball. Braves fans, all of them, perennially hopeful, perennially disappointed. Most watched a game or two a week, went to Turner Field a few times a year. This was 2008. But when Joey got back to his desk, he wanted more. He wanted to hear from the people who were glued to 162 games a year, who tracked prospects, who dived deep into statistics with complex acronyms, who could rattle off the FIP of random middle relievers just for fun. He wanted to commune with the sickos.