Cashman
For years, my brother Jeff ran a fantasy baseball team that he named ‘Cashman’.
My sons, Matt and Sam took over as managers and soon had the team in last place.
I recruited help, getting Jeff’s son, Johnny, in the mix, but it didn’t help.
They finished last again.
This year before the year started, I sent them the team photo - which is Jeff - and said:
“It costs me $150 a year to keep this team on the field. Are you going to finish last again?”
Of course, Johnny can trash talk with the same enthusiasm that Jeff had.
“We’re coming home with the chip!”
I laughed.
Well, I checked the standings this morning….
…they’re a half a week away from battling for the ‘chip’.
They drafted a minor leaguer - Paul Skenes - with the last pick in the draft - and he just might win it for them.
My season ended when the playoffs began as I finished just short.
So.
How much crap do you think they’re talking???
And of course, there is a hefty prize for winning it all.
“You know the league fee comes out of your winnings,” I mentioned.
“Not a shot in hell!” They answered.
But I thought of Jeff and that team photo.
Cashman might just win it all…
…and one thing is certain…
…Johnny won’t ever shut up about it.
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