For many of my formative fantasy years, I thought I was the
only one who loved trading more than any other aspect of the game. I mean,
drafts are fun, auctions are even better and winning is tremendous. But the moment
of pulling off a deal and watching everyone else in the league react to the
transaction e-mail with outrage and envy beats it all.
Like I said, I thought I was the only one, until I began
writing Grand Theft Roto and started receiving e-mails like this.
"I am the greatest fantasy trader in the world! No one
deals like me! I fall asleep at night trying to think of ways of turning Mark
Buehrle into Max Scherzer. When a waitress offers me more coffee, I counter and
get her to make it a latte and a free biscotti thrown in."
