Nook Nacks — Fantasy Fisking a Fishy Flip

Last week’s trade deadline was a spectacle. I was driving through Connecticut on I-95 as the deadline neared, and I was livid that there wasn’t any traffic so I could check Twitter. I thought the general reliability of spending a half hour going bumper to bumper through New Haven was practically metronomic, but the traffic gods conspired against me last Thursday. So, I had to wait an hour or so until I hit gridlock on the FDR before I could properly check the www’s to see what had gone down. I knew Lester was…

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