It was, to put it lightly, encouraging to see Adam Wainwright look like Adam Wainwright last night. In fact, it was better than encouraging. It was glorious.
How is everyone this morning? I hope you're all doing well.
I had hoped to have a draft preview up today, but I just don't have one ready to go. The draft is coming up in a hurry, and I haven't done nearly as many of them as I had planned on doing. Twelve to fifteen editions is a good number; I've only gotten eight up so far. Oh, well. I suppose there's not much help when days continue to both remain the same length, stubbornly refusing to offer up extra time, and march on at the same terrifying, monotonous, monstrously cruel pace, laughing at our wishes for either peace or hope.
So I don't have a slate of scouting reports today. What I do have, however, is a couple hours of relatively unoccupied time that I plan on spending with you, my imaginary digital friends. So let's have us a chat.
Topics are open; we can talk about baseball of the major league variety, or the upcoming draft, or we could talk about beer. Or the sweet new Nike Air Diamond Furys I plan on purchasing this weekend. Or, well, whatever you like, really. I can't promise I'll be all that engaging this morning, but I will certainly try.
I'm also trying to get a playlist up at the moment; something to cheer me up is what I'm shooting for. Unfortunately, either 8tracks or my computer has decided to misbehave this morning, so I'm not having much success. Hopefully I'll get it figured out relatively soon.
Anyhow, talk. Then I'll answer. You know the drill.