Yeah, I know: Nobody is interested in anyone else’s fantasy sports league. But that doesn’t keep those who are playing from having the greatest time.

The baseball league I am part of, which is similar to Rotisserie ball — except better — conducts its 27th annual draft tonight. And everyone loves the draft — even guys who rarely contend.We will convene at Gregg Patton’s house at 6 p.m., and divvy up 324 players. And even with a one-minute time limit for naming a pick … that’s still five hours. Which will fly by.

Some of us have been studying hard. One of the perennial contenders, Mike Davis, will show up with color-coded hand-written notes for his draft. Everyone will show up with some sort of info sheet, whether it be a baseball magazine, Baseball Prospectus, web-site printouts or their own laborious process.

This is kinda ill, I know, but the first round or two of the league draft is almost as much fun as any one thing I do in a year. First, which pick will you draw? Then, who goes in the top five? The top 12 (we have 12 “owners.”) Does the guy you desperately want fall to you?

And the strategy. When to start drafting pitchers? Relievers? Do you want speed or power? Can you pass on this guy now because you think he’ll be there next round?

Throw in some pizza or chili or Big Sandwiches, and spice with snarky comments from second-guessers deluxe such as Dan Evans … and it’s a blast. We won’t be done before 11, but no one will mind.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll love my team and think I’m going to win a title — for the first time since 1994. Or not.