Oz, Coz, and Broken Glass
Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2022 7:15 pm
I remember walking into my first Las Vegas Main Draft. Seriously, it was a little like walking through a port hole of a Major League Stadium and seeing that field in front of you. As I walked through the door, my wife saw the fellas in the room, gaga over draft boards and spouting baseball jargon and stats, and exclaimed, "Omigod, they're all like you!"
Indeed they were. And indeed they are.
And I love 'em all.
This past Saturday, I fanagled a family trip into a visit to see my friends who were drafting Saturday.
My wife and I were supposed to drive from Colorado to California on Saturday without a stop.
Instead, we 'just happened' to stop in Vegas for a visit.
I never thought I could enjoy a draft so much without, you know, actually drafting.
I likened myself to Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Leaving my humdrum life in Colorado (Kansas) for Vegas (Oz)
We have characters at home.
We all do.
But nothing like the folks in Vegas. Like Oz, they're more colorful.
I had breakfast with members of a text group that has been together for three years.
A memorable breakfast made even more so by John Pausma putting a foot through the glass of a display with a priceless (exaggeration) uniform signed Tony Gwynn.
John felt so bad.
So bad, it was humorous to all at the table.
He will not hear the end of it for years.
NFBC headline- "Hall of Famer Pausma kicks Tony Gwynn's Glass!"
The breakfast was everything hoped for. Baseball talk galore. Chiding. Teasing. Munchkins.
Ok, maybe no Munchkins, but we were as giddy.
After breakfast, we went down to the hall to the drafts.
I tried to meet as many of you good folks as I possibly could. Some conversations were just a short hi. Some short conversations. Some longer.
Loved each and every one of them.
There is nothing like being swept up in a tornado and landing at a draft room at the Bellagio among so many friends.
If I tried naming all the folks I met, I would fail miserably (even if sneaking one in the title).
So I won't name them. You know who you are. Each one of you a cherished friend.
It was especially gratifying to meet with those that I had only shared prose with in the past.
I hated leaving.
I hated leaving because I wanted to be drafting.
I hated leaving because I wanted to talk about those same drafts after they were done.
I hated leaving because I wanted to see and meet more of you.
Somebody new to the NFBC would never understand.
It is the best community by far.
In time, you will find out.
And if lucky enough, you'll be swept away to that wonderful fantasy land that are live drafts.
I've said it before and I'll say it again....
If you have not gone to a live draft put on by the NFBC, you're screwing yourself out of one of the best experiences in life.
Don't make excuses. Do it.
I have already resolved to be there next year ...and actually draft.
I strongly encourage those within earshot of this post to do the same.
Indeed they were. And indeed they are.
And I love 'em all.
This past Saturday, I fanagled a family trip into a visit to see my friends who were drafting Saturday.
My wife and I were supposed to drive from Colorado to California on Saturday without a stop.
Instead, we 'just happened' to stop in Vegas for a visit.
I never thought I could enjoy a draft so much without, you know, actually drafting.
I likened myself to Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Leaving my humdrum life in Colorado (Kansas) for Vegas (Oz)
We have characters at home.
We all do.
But nothing like the folks in Vegas. Like Oz, they're more colorful.
I had breakfast with members of a text group that has been together for three years.
A memorable breakfast made even more so by John Pausma putting a foot through the glass of a display with a priceless (exaggeration) uniform signed Tony Gwynn.
John felt so bad.
So bad, it was humorous to all at the table.
He will not hear the end of it for years.
NFBC headline- "Hall of Famer Pausma kicks Tony Gwynn's Glass!"
The breakfast was everything hoped for. Baseball talk galore. Chiding. Teasing. Munchkins.
Ok, maybe no Munchkins, but we were as giddy.
After breakfast, we went down to the hall to the drafts.
I tried to meet as many of you good folks as I possibly could. Some conversations were just a short hi. Some short conversations. Some longer.
Loved each and every one of them.
There is nothing like being swept up in a tornado and landing at a draft room at the Bellagio among so many friends.
If I tried naming all the folks I met, I would fail miserably (even if sneaking one in the title).
So I won't name them. You know who you are. Each one of you a cherished friend.
It was especially gratifying to meet with those that I had only shared prose with in the past.
I hated leaving.
I hated leaving because I wanted to be drafting.
I hated leaving because I wanted to talk about those same drafts after they were done.
I hated leaving because I wanted to see and meet more of you.
Somebody new to the NFBC would never understand.
It is the best community by far.
In time, you will find out.
And if lucky enough, you'll be swept away to that wonderful fantasy land that are live drafts.
I've said it before and I'll say it again....
If you have not gone to a live draft put on by the NFBC, you're screwing yourself out of one of the best experiences in life.
Don't make excuses. Do it.
I have already resolved to be there next year ...and actually draft.
I strongly encourage those within earshot of this post to do the same.