This article is part of our The Wheelhouse series.
Every trip I make to Arizona is a path to wonder what might have been.
In 2009, my wife was on the final waiting list for admission into medical school. For most of that summer, we anxiously awaited a phone call telling us that it was time to pack up and leave Madison for the next chapter of our life together. With a mere three years of experience in the fantasy industry on my resume, I was facing the possibility of having to figure out the next step in my career. As the "trailing spouse" I would have been tasked with finding employment to pay the bills. Somehow, that term seems wildly inappropriate for the spouses of graduate students of any kind.
The call never came. We've stayed in Madison in the years since, and there hasn't been a big fork in the road for us during that time.
I try to imagine where I would be professionally, without getting a chance to host shows on Sirius-XM Fantasy Sports Radio, head up the day-to-day baseball coverage at RotoWire, and compete in the top industry leagues on an annual basis. Of course, that doesn't even mention the number of great colleagues and friends I've made along the way.
Fantasy auctions are the best "what-if" strategy machines of all. Every player in the pool is accessible, and the price is unknown, opening up infinite possibilities for roster construction.
Many of the teams I've built in auctions have a stars-and-scrubs structure. Driving that