Those who play in gung ho competitive leagues or in the more casual settings that I prefer harbor voodoo beliefs that our maneuvers on the fantasy diamond have an impact on the real game.
If I pick up a free agent and he pulls a hamstring, I’m partly responsible. If I gamble in the draft on a highly touted rookie (Brandon Belt, I’m talking about you), his ticket back to AAA is almost certainly punched.
Huff, who has struggled at the plate (not to mention in the outfield) this season for the Giants, hit a home run in the 10th inning to give San Francisco a much needed road victory tonight over the New York Mets.
In reality, my sitting him down in a fantasy baseball game had about as much to do with the outcome as did the Man on the Moon.
But part of baseball’s charm is its superstitions: stepping over the foul line, not shaving on game day, the chicken diets and other rituals It’s only (super)natural that we fans get in on the act.