Let’s get this out of the way early, shall we?
This is a very simple game. You throw the ball. You catch the ball. You hit the ball. And, no matter what, you don’t even think about protecting, drafting or otherwise using a certain lying, cheating, bowl-cutted, short-dicked, bookie-befriending, autograph-charging, tax-evading ex-con, degenerate gambler and alleged human who is rightly and appropriately banned from baseball, who voluntarily accepted his permanent ineligibility and who, without a mother lovin’ doubt, took it up the *** three times daily and twice as often down his throat during a five month prison stay and loved every bent over minute of it. For in the storied history of the legendary Rule V league, no one – not one single owner – has ever won with He Who Must Not Be Named on his roster, for sweet, sweet Karma, blessed Karma, righteous Karma, despite her magnanimous and gentle nature, will absolutely rip off your virtual head and sh*t down your virtual neck if you tempt her unholy wrath by dancing with the Cincinnati Satan. Don’t tempt her, muchachos. Just leave that sh*t alone and we’ll all be better off for it.
Consider yourself warned.