This is very uncomfortable territory for me:  I’m in first place in Forkball, the fantasy baseball league in which I participate.  I haven’t sniffed anything near first in years so pardon me if I revel in my glory before I plummet to my usual, comfortable little corner in the basement.

As an aside I must say that any activity/hobby that causes me to utter the sentence "Man, with a WHIP like that my staff must really be doing something right" precludes me from ridiculing other peoples’ silly hobbies.  You know, things like birding, being a Civil War reenactor, or Trekie, or heaven forbid, a bottle collector.