Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head

Sorry for getting all Morrissey, but there's bad luck and then there's Biblical luck. Having developed serious injuries to five starters this week, Friday followed up with another kick in the belly as Yao sat due to back spasms (DNP), AK-47 left the game after 14 minutes with a sprained thumb and Mike Bibby spent 28 minutes on the bench going 0-4 from the field. Here's the tally.

While I had a great day from behind the arc, tieing in treys, due to six games lost this week from Yao, Chandler and Jefferson, my 30 D rebound advantage has shrunk to 10 in two days. Right now, I'm going to have to win TOs or 3s—or both—to have any chance of making the finals.

Realistically, I'm going to count T-Mac and Yao out for the season as the Rockets currently can't improve or worsen their playoff position. New Orleans needs Chandler, and they need him in the next two games against the Nuggets and the Clippers, who are both ahead of them in the playoff race. If Chandler doesn't play tonight, they might as well shut him down and give up.

So late night it comes down to possibly dropping AK, Chandler, Granger and Okur for Sunday substitutions. At best, if I make the finals, at least I'm in the money, but if I don't, then I'm going to have a hard time competing to break even by winning third place.

In slightly better news, Cub Rich Hill pitched 1-hit ball over 7 innings yesterday to earn my squad it's first pitching W of the season. Unfortunately, my team batting average has dipped below .22o, which is pretty amazing considering I have Chipper and Andruw Jones, Travis Hafner, and Ryan Howard.

Thank God there's no crying in fantasy sports because I'd be needing a hanky right now.