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by DOUGHBOYS » Sun Jan 03, 2016 9:45 am
I wish everybody could meet Mikey and Kent.
To know them, is to love them.
Both, considered terse on the Message Boards. Both showing their true colors as men with hearts of gold.
THIS, this is the best reason to attend 'Live Events'.
You'll be lucky enough to meet people like these and a whole lot more.
If you have never been to a live event, GO TO LAS VEGAS, or New York, or Chicago.
There are other folks just like you. Fellas that were ingrained with the baseball gene.
Fellas that WON'T be bored as you talk endlessly about fantasy players.
The first time I walked into that huge drafting room in Las Vegas, my wife was on my arm.
It was an hour before draft time. There were clusters of folks all talking about baseball and fantasy baseball.
My wife turned to me and said, "Omigod, there all just like you!!"
She was right and I was in Heaven.
The added benefit, though, was something unforeseen.
I have never met a fellow at a live event that I have not liked!
Never!
And I am lucky enough to have met a lot of NFBC folks!
When reading stuff from folks like Kent or Mikey, or others on the Message Boards. Opinions are formed, Based only on those posts.
To actually meet Kent and Mikey is a whole new ball game.
Less than five minutes after meeting them, the Message Boards persona's falls away and the realization strikes that these are good, good men
Good men I was lucky enough to meet.
For you folks that are sitting on the fence about going to a live event, GO!
Not only will you meet and talk with a lot of folks that have that spirit of baseball within you, you will also meet quality folks like Kent and Mikey, and so many other folks who become life-long friends.
P.S.
I first drafted in 2005.
In 2005, most folks communicating with me were relatives or co-workers.
I love my relatives and I will talk about subjects near to them.
Co-workers want to talk about work or go out drinking to forget work.
Neither group caring about baseball.
Since that first draft in 2005, a strange metemorphis has occurred.
Now, most of my calls ARE baseball.
Kelly Uganski, a fellow I have yet to meet in person, and I talked on the phone for most of a day about baseball.
Both of us, wondering where the time went when finished.
Roger Martin and I now talk almost every day about baseball.
Drawn closer when during a draft, his daughter had to have life threatening brain surgery. Twice!
Since then, while Roger and I talk on the phone, I can sometimes hear Mia, his daughter playing and laughing.
Makes me smile every time.
The 10,000 posts are miniscule compared to meeting and knowing all you great people.
I'm the lucky one.
On my tombstone-
Wait! I never had the perfect draft!
Thanks for your beloved Fantasy Camps, Daily Stuff, Rotosnips, and numerous columns on baseball, both real and fantasy. I too aspire to be like you someday, and have the ability and the luxury of sitting on my fat ass all day long in semi-retirement with an indifferent if not remarkably tolerant wife in a remote area of the country and just write stuff on here as much as you do. 
You know that was just jealousy talking, because I wish I had that kinda life! 
