Go over to Solonor’s house and commisserate with him. Use his tagboard. Offer him a cyber-brew. The poor son-of-a-gun took on the task of running a cyber baseball league, and part of the responsibility included running a live draft via chatroom. At 40 players per team, and 24 teams in the league, that’s 960 players he had to select from individually-submitted lists, and woe be unto him if there was a slip-up. Anyway, the whole thing took about nine hours today, so he deserves a beer and a soft cushion upon which to rest his weary keister.