Going, Going, Gone
Get up, get get, get down. The prices certainly were not in the fantasy auction I participated in last night. My ten team, AL-only rotisserie league with scoring based on categories had its first auction last night. I won’t delve into too much detail because the auction isn’t completed yet, but one of the GMs who has worked in nuclear power plants likened the pace to that of a nuclear accident.
The auction draft format is much more suited to my current capabilities than live drafts. For a newbie like me, it’s far easier to quantify the value of certain players with monetary units rather than draft slot. I also like that the general managers are all constrained by a salary cap. My ideal league would draft players via auction and score with points rather than categories and have a keeper component as well.
One of the neat parts is that the auctioneer, a veteran fantasy GM, used a red upper case typeface to conduct the proceedings. It was one part fantasy baseball, one part Good Omens, with the auctioneer playing Metatron, the Voice of God. At the end of the bidding, he would conclude with the player’s name, winning bidder, and final price. On occasion, he would improvise. For Johnny Damon, he wrote, SATAN V7D 22. Although V7D shelled out 22 bucks for the unfrozen caveman center fielder, it was priceless for the rest of us.
