Hello, Roto

Bump is going to Detroit this weekend. He and his college buddies are in a rotisserie baseball league, and each year they get together to hold their draft. The league is a good way for them to keep in touch, and it guarantees that they see each other at least once a year. In the past they could rely on weddings to get them all assembled in one place, but now that they're all married off, the draft has become more important for that.

They also gather in Las Vegas for "winter meetings" once a year - and they even discuss baseball for a few hours at this event. Not much baseball, though, I'm guessing. Not all of them attend the Winter Meetings each year, but they all come to the draft.

The location of the draft rotates every year to the home city of one of the owners. They try to make sure everyone gets to host, and cities with more than one owner host more often.

Buttmunch told Bump that every time he thinks of this weekend he hears that little voice from the Motorola ad saying, "Hello, Roto." The guys have literally been preparing for this event for months. They have spreadsheets and comprehensive resource guides and pore over Baseball Prospectus.

Since we didn't know if I would be working this weekend (I often have to work weekends in March), Bump's mom is coming for the weekend. It turns out we didn't need her to come, but she loves the excuse to see Lumpyhead. She arrives tomorrow, and it should be a good time.