Who wants a milquetoast managing their fantasy baseball team? Not this GM. So, without further adieu, I'd like to introduce the fiery, outspoken and decidedly godless manager of my club, the Darwin Finches, my BARB franchise.
I'd give him a lifetime contract with the organization if I wasn't worried about his eternal soul, being associated with me and all. Besides, PZ may not play so well in Peorioa. He's a bit on the irascible side: just imagine how hard it was for me to get this deceptively-cherubic expression under a baseball cap. I'm afraid the Devil Rays were as close as I could get to a cephalopod, too.