My daughter Sasha's been traumatized ever since her mom's purse was snatched* in front of her three weeks ago. No one was hurt, but for a child who won't even share a cheap plastic toy she never uses with her friends, witnessing a stranger sneak up from out of nowhere and steal her mom's most personal possession was jarring. As a result, Sasha's been having trouble getting to sleep and occasionally needs** to come into our bed - with both of us in it. As a result, I went to sleep a lot earlier than I normally would on a Saturday night, and I'm up early this Sunday. At least that's my excuse for entering two DFS contests this morning.

I played the early-only $5 MLB Rally and entered two lineups:

I actually intended to play only one, but I couldn't decide between Marlon Byrd and Gregory Polanco for my last player, so I made two, one with each. Byrd faces Charlie Morton who's been terrible on the road, and Polanco leads off and gets Keyvius Sampson in his first start. You'd think it would be better to go against Sampson, and the Pirates are favored, but Sampson's capable of missing bats - it's the command that's poor. Sometimes, I'd rather go with the known mediocrity than the unknown wild card.

For the rest of it, I couldn't resist using Fernandez at home against the Padres, and I stacked Rays, who hit lefties, against Wade Miley. I threw in a mini Cubs stack against Kyle Lohse and a Jung Ho Kang, hitting cleanup against Sampson.

* The guy had apparently punched some other woman early that day and took her purse too, and the cops found both, minus the cash, in a dumpster thanks to an I-Phone tracking app (Heather's phone was in her purse.) He was caught a couple days later.

** So Heather claims, and I went along with it.