There are no more prospects to stash, Mets to curse, ice-cold superstars to bench or red-hot veterans who seemingly got a hold of Marty McFly’s DeLorean and turned back the clock on their career.
By day’s end, the 162-game marathon will be over and you will finally be able to exhale as your fantasy baseball league crowns its champion and decides the punishment for its biggest loser (maybe you force them to run a 5K in a suit and drink a glass of milk every half mile).
All that’s left is to hand out some awards.
Roto Rage Jarad Wilk doles out the honors (and dishonors) for the NL and Fantasy Alarm’s Howard Bender handles the AL:
