Bah! The life of a Major League Baseball GM sucks. My closer just went down for weeks with shoulder inflammation, my second-base platoon is as effective as a soggy pontoon in a monsoon, and the Royals won’t give up this starting pitcher kid I think might be a stud, regardless of what concoction of middle-relief and prospect junk I might offer them. Oh, I’m still in first place in the West, but I know this club needs to be bolstered in many ways before the trade deadline. Payroll, ticket prices, and attendances all factor in to my decisions. It’s spreadsheet after spreadsheet after report after advice, and for any devoted baseball fan and statistician it’s bliss.
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