After rereading my Mudville column “Fantasy Hell” from a couple weeks back and realizing that I sound like a paranoid, obsessive crackpot who may or may not end up resembling Johnny Sampson’s incredible illustration (see left), I consciously decided to reel it in a bit for this year’s fantasy baseball draft, take a few deep breaths, and chill the fuck out. I admit that I’m a tad high-strung to begin with, but that “intensity” should never reach the point where I’m rupturing blood vessels by stressing over a free fantasy baseball draft.