Where's My Mind?

Can't talk (munch munch) - planning for my NHL Fantasy Pool tonight, which promises to be a looong one given the number of participants. Unfortunately for me, it will be starting late to accommodate guys in Vancouver and Mongolia (no joke), and this is doubly unfortunate because Lydia has been rising earlier in the day and, having learned to open and slam cupboard doors, is much noisier. But such is the life when you are pretending to be a GM.

For the remainder of the day, I will be feigning deep thought at my desk whilst mentally pouring over the different permutations and combinations of players who might place me atop the Dave Semenko Hockey League some 25 weeks from now. AND, as luck (read: the random number generator) would have it, first overall pick goes to me (Les Youppis!). Stress! Do I get all gooey and sentimental and take Crosby? Or do I go with the cold hard numbers and take that mentally retarded jackass Ovechkin? Or do I split the difference and take Malkin? Or do I go outside the box and grab a goalie?

What to do, what to do.

This is one of those rare instances that I wish I was on the spectrum.