We're doing a little recreational fishing here at MillionDollarSleeper.com. Today, we're ignoring the trophy fish that made Al Lindner Minnesota's most popular bearded angler. We want those rough, ugly fish; the fish whom nobody pays attention. Round 25 and beyond, no one who goes before our 288 ADP cut-off. We're looking to catch a Starting Pitcher and we don't have much for bait. Squeeze that tube for a little bit of Liver Pate and grab a piece of corn, we're fishing for bottom-feeders. Make the jump for the underrated few who the public largely (and mistakenly) ignore.

We're doing a little recreational fishing here at MillionDollarSleeper.com. Today, we're ignoring the trophy fish that landed Joe Bucher in the Freshwater Fishing Hall of Fame. We want those rough, ugly fish; the fish whom nobody pays attention. Round 25 and beyond, no one who goes before our 288 ADP cut-off. We're looking to snag an Outfielder and we don't have much for bait. Grab a handful of that jellied head cheese and a piece of corn, we're fishing for bottom-feeders. Make the jump for the underrated few who the public largely (and mistakenly) ignore.

Chris Young's career was born under unusual circumstances.

And so begins the Curious Case of Chris Young. This is the story of a Pitcher whose career was born in his prime and aged backwards. A man, like any of us, unable to stop time. We follow his story from the sunny locals of San Diego to the shady borough of Queens. Written by MDS, "The Curious Case of Chris Young" is a time traveler's tale of the batters he struck out and walked, the injuries he sustained and never overcame, the life on a 91 mph rising Fastball and the death of an arm.

We're doing a little recreational fishing here at MillionDollarSleeper.com. Today, we're ignoring the trophy fish that Bill Dance tried catching between bloopers. We want those rough, ugly fish; the fish whom nobody pays attention. Round 25 and beyond, no one who goes before our 288 ADP cut-off. We're looking to hook some Third Basemen and we don't have much for bait. Grab one of those cans of expired, potted meat and a piece of corn, we're fishing for bottom-feeders. Make the jump for the underrated few who the public largely (and mistakenly) ignore.

We're doing a little recreational fishing here at MillionDollarSleeper.com. Today, we're ignoring the trophy fish that took Fish Fishburne to lunkerland, we want those rough, ugly fish; the fish whom nobody pays attention. Round 25 and beyond, no one who goes before our 288 ADP cut-off. We're looking to net some Shortstops and we don't have much for bait. Scoop some spam from that dented can and grab a piece of corn, we're fishing for bottom-feeders. Make the jump for the underrated few who the public largely (and mistakenly) ignore.

I'm always tinkering with my projections and rankings (earlier today, I made adjustments to the RP projections/rankings). Via reader email, I was prompted to take a second look at Edwin Jackson after I saddled him with a 1.40 WHIP and 4.57 ERA based on a 7.60 K/9, 3.29 BB/9 and a .311 BABIP. Sticking a guy with a .311 BABIP can be grounds for cruel and unusual punishment, but we'll get to that in a bit. After digging around and reexamining the evidence, I have adjusted my Edwin Jackson projection and propelled him up the SP rankings. He went from being un-ranked to No.54. Adios Kyle Drabek, we hardly knew ye. Make the jump for some interesting E.J. analysis.

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We're doing a little recreational fishing here at MillionDollarSleeper.com. Today, we're ignoring the trophy fish that Bob Izumi traverses the world to catch, we want those rough, ugly fish; the fish that can be found in our own backyard. Round 25 and beyond, no one who goes before our 288 ADP cut-off. We're casting for Second Basemen and we don't have much for bait. Break off a chunk of that secret treasure loaf and grab a piece of corn, we're fishing for bottom-feeders. Make the jump for the underrated few who the public largely (and mistakenly) ignore.

The 2011 Blog Wars lineup has been finalized. Fifteen teams will enter, only one will survive. If you're interested in which fantasy baseball experts enlisted in the war for blogosphere dominance, make the jump.

Easy now. I would never, ever, use the word "boner" in a playful or sinister manner. A "boner" is clearly defined as a a foolish and obvious blunder. A stupid mistake, an error, a gaffe. I know what you were thinking, don't play coy with me. Frankly, I'm offended. What I'm referring to here is Papelbon's intention of throwing his Slider as often as his Split-Fingered Fastball [WEEI]. We'll get to why this will be a mistake, after the jump.