I remember the old pencil leagues. in 1991, all of the guys in my hometowner got access to email through the old telnet system. That year, we went to daily line-up changes, but the commish still kept all the stats on paper, and he emailed the standings on Sunday. These days, any old Joe can be a commish, but then, a commish had to be both committed and a bit anal. I remember dreading the year it was my turn to be the commish, only to find that my appreciation for fbb grew as a result.
98% of Americans have a favorable opinion of puppies and rainbows.
How do you spell "biased?"