Every once in awhile, the harmonic convergence of geekdom, nature and scheduling permit me to plunk my fat arse in a chair and stare at the warm, blue glow of the monitor until I have radiation burns and permanent retinal damage. (Contrary to popular myth, this is not a description of my business day.)
On Saturday, I conducted the initial draft and a live chat with those fortunate enough to simultaneously own teams in Solonor’s Groovy Computer Baseball League and not have a life. It was a ton of fun, actually. Cableman, MizDos, GeekGrrl, Milbertus, Kevin, Linkmeister, Scott and Zuly all showed up for the party. Even Whiny made a brief appearance. And Sgt. Grump showed up at the end – 960 players and nine hours later. Then, of course, Sunday was a bi-monthly MOHAA day. So, I spent five or six hours blasting Nazis (except when I was one).
Life is rough.