It's weird to say this now, but the other thing that contributed to my baseball leave of absence was a bad breakup ... of a Fantasy League started among me and a buncha college friends. I feel like we "discovered" rotisserie shortly after its "invention" (the league written about by Dan Okrent et al) and the first draft we held--12 old friends in a room, live bidding, laughs, beer, crazy times--probably in 1990, we thought it would last forever. But it eventually got ugly, some guys owed money, others said they would then didn't show for subsequent drafts or stopped paying attention when they were't winning and got humiliated when they lost, still others had the temerity to get married and get on with their lives. It just crashed, and it was such a letdown from what was really fun that first season.