The Making of FSRU- Part 1
by Al O'Harra

Almost all websites are borne out of the will to make money. But FSRU has a different story. A story that should be told...

I was a team owner on another internet fantasy sports site from 1995 to 2001- Lets call it Triple Play. I was in the Roberto Clemente NL Only League. A man named Dean owned and commissionered the site- he was excellent. He was the original builder of the site and he was very professional.

I also played a number of private leagues. Following the 2000 season I asked Dean to handle a private NL-Only fantasy baseball league I was in. He would set up the league, input the rosters and send out a trophy to the winner. I would commissioner the league once the season started, and he would input trades once they were authorized. A price of $500 was agreed upon.

In March, 2001, I was notified that Dean sold Triple Play to one of the sites team owners- Lets call him Joe Blow. I called Joe and explained the deal with Dean, who was being held over as a consultant.  A week later, a week before season start, I was notified he would not honor Deans deal and the price was now $750. I was embarrassed, but I went back to the other league members, explained the situation, and I paid the price.

The new site owner was taking his new authority very much to heart and you could see it in every league contact. But my league pretty much progressed through the season without incident until August, 2001. In August, one of the younger league members went on the message board and pretty much trashed his injured star player- Ken Griffey Jr. 

Within a day or two, Joe Blow showed his heavy hand. He sent out an email to all the league members telling the young team owner if it ever happened again he would be shut down the league before season end. He ended it by calling the league member that cursed on the message board "trailer park trash."

The league was a $250 buy-in and most of the league was made up of professionals except for two younger players. The league members were knocked out.
I was, again, thoroughly embarrassed.

THIS WAS WAR...
IT WAS ON..........