Since the most common e-mail received by me in recent weeks was "Did you have your fantasy baseball draft yet?", we're devoting today's space to last weekend's draft, a momentous affair for two reasons: A.) I'm threatening to pass into the "Who the hell are some of these guys?" phase of my fantasy career, and B.) my father and I decided to team up again this spring, maybe the most emotional reunion since Larry Wilcox and Erik Estrada donned their motorcycles helmets for "CHiPs '99."