When I was 19 or 20 I organized a fantasy baseball league. I recruited a good friend of mine to play. He didn't know shit about baseball so I gave him a book to read called How to Win at Rotisserie Baseball. He read a section where it talked about the key to winning is getting a great hitting catcher because there are so few of them.
We were doing a draft back then instead of an auction. I had the #1 pick and took Rickey Henderson. Somebody else had the #2 pick and took Jose Canseco. My friend had the #3 pick and took... Mickey Tettleton. Everybody about fell out of their chairs. Based on my memory, Tettleton had hit .220 with 15 homers the year before. Guys started asking my buddy what the hell he was doing. He blamed it on the book I gave him.
He went on to finish dead last
Not to one up or distract from fantasy baseball, but I once participated in a fantasy football league where the company troll (he was a fat little stumpy guy who looked and waddled like a troll) used the first overall pick to take Barry Sanders. Only problem was that Sanders had retired the year prior.
This same guy was once sent home from work because he had blood on his t-shirt from bleeding hemorrhoids that he apparently was itching at or something. It was of the top-5 most disgusting things I'd ever witnessed. Keep in mind that this was at a place that manufactured sensitive medical devices.
He grunted when he pissed at the urinal while hunching over it to support himself against the wall. Smoked like a chimney and smelled like a tobacco plant that was on fire.
One time he was all pissed off at another guy who was razzing him about something that wasn't a big deal and he threatened to go home, get his gun, and come back and shoot the place up. He got a timeout for the day for that one because nobody actually took him that seriously.
Shockingly, he was married to a female of his species. After meeting her at a company event it was easy to see why they were with each other.