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I woke up at 5:22am this morning from an NFBC draft day nightmare!



It had the elements of many classic nightmares, and to try and explain it all would only be confusing, and open myself up for a dream analyst to break me down to a pulp. Like most dreams...the moment you awaken, it begins to fade with each conscious thought seeming to lay a silken white blanket over the top of your slumbered thought, reducing what was once clear and made sense, to something fuzzy and broken.



It wasn't a dark, evil-type nightmare (I've had some doozies in that genre), but more of a bad dream filled with confusion, mistakes, and frustration. (...and plenty of rage!)



The chronological order was insane, but here are some of the parts I can recall.



Although I can't recall WHO I drafted...I seemed to have pick #4, and did not recognize anyone in my league. I also was very pleased with how the first 3 picks I assembled would dictate the rest of the draft. That's when things got ugly.



I remember the draft room being in Vegas, and enormous...filled to the walls with what looked to be over 50 leagues of 15. I could see Dan Kenyon from where I sat in my league, and remember walking past Shawn Childs and Eddie Gillis making small notes on my cheatsheet of what league they were in so I could scan their draft boards each break.



To quote "Kung Pow"..."and THEN all HELL broke loose!"



I asked my leagues facilitator roughly how long it would be before my turn (having just selected my 3rd pick, and having around 23 picks before it was my turn again. Happy with his estimation...I went outside the casino and right into what looked like a high school parking lot from Grease. I had a light blue Chevy, and ran into a bunch of cool people I seemed to know, smoking cigarettes and they had the packs rolled up in their white t-shirt arm sleeves, and were combing their hair and all that 50's stuff to impress the chicks. I wound up getting into some cool conversations with a group of them, and found myself kicking back, sitting in a car with the door open and my legs propped up in the open window without a care in the world.



Then I realized I was supposed to be drafting, and ran back in...scared I'd been out there for over an hour! (*I just wrote out a big paragraph of other stuff that happened...but after reading it...deleted it due to it just being too weird and out of order.)



Anyway...I got in late (but now we were drafting in what looked like a "portable" classroom...those units they use when they are rebuilding a high school.)...it was cramped and uncomfortable in those chair/table combo seats. I opened up my backpack, and tried to organize on those little tiny tables, and could not find my precious cheetsheet!!! I looked everywhere...nothing. Backup plan was using the free magazine that we get at the draft. The time it took me to catch up and cross off all the taken players from the mag...I pretty must lost two more draft picks.



Then I found out my 4th round pick was Dr. Samodabragia??? I was like "WHO the F is that!?" I didn't pick that guy!!!



Some skin headed High school punk (all the guys in my league now looked like detention punks from High School)...lied and said I left a note of my next pick on the floor, and gave it to the facilitator, and he recorded it. I rushed up to the draft board PISSED off, and looked at the board to see who the hell it was...and there was a photo of some preppy golf dude in full follow through on the top of a roof...standing on shingles!???



I got into a big argument about the rules say to pass over you if you run out of time...not pick FOR you...and the facilitator in this new drafting room looked more like a prison guard...big and husky, like 50 years old, and a full foot taller than me (and I'm 6'5")...he was adamant that I left that name for my 4th selection due to 4 or 5 guys being "in" on the lie. I looked down my draft board to see a photo of John Daly as my 5th, 6th and 7th round picks!!! WTF?



I never got to see the other draft boards during the breaks...never found my cheetsheet, lost my case vs. the facilitator, and wound up re-seating myself in the farthest corner of the room...setting up what little I had to use...reprimanding myself for NOT drinking my usual pre-draft drink of a Vodka Redbull for COFFEE!!! I was PISSED and blaming COFFEE on this whole ordeal!



I set my stuff up...caught up on the cross offs...and said out loud while shaking my head angrily, hunkered down into my seat..."I'm STILL gonna win this f@%king league...just you wait and see."



~Lance



[ February 16, 2008, 12:22 PM: Message edited by: sportsbettingman ]

You might be spending just a wee bit too much time thinking about baseball.

Originally posted by The Mighty Men:

You might be spending just a wee bit too much time thinking about baseball. True.



But there could be a prize at the end of this (study-effort) rainbow!



~Lance

Lance,

Don't worry about a thing. Just leave me your cell number and I'll call you when it's your turn. Oh yes, Dr. Samodabragia? He was my 8th grade Biology 101 instructor. I often wondered what happened to him...........................................

Thanks for the

Lance, I thought Piniero in the 10th was your first nitemare...

Thats one of the funniest posts ive ever read, my wife came into the room asking why i was laughing so hard.WOW what a nightmare .

Im afraid to go to sleep , i dont want to see that six foot seven prison guard. lol.

Originally posted by sportsbettingman:

Then I found out my 4th round pick was Dr. Samodabragia??? I was like "WHO the F is that!?" I didn't pick that guy!!!Maybe you were thinking of Jeff Samardzija, the former Notre Dame receiver who now toils in the Cubs' minor league system.



Great post, Lance.

I sounds like you went to bed all set to think about the upcoming NFBC draft, but a deep down fantasy came out. You have feelings for Olivia Newton-John that you just can't get over. If only you had your chance with her, your life would be so different. While thinking about her, it brought back memories of when you were in high school and you made fun of a kid who was a golf star. Then while thinking about golf, you started to think that you and John Daly have a few things in commom in the drinking department. The final outcome was a result of drafting drunk!!

Originally posted by CC's Desperados:

I sounds like you went to bed all set to think about the upcoming NFBC draft, but a deep down fantasy came out. You have feelings for Olivia Newton-John that you just can't get over. If only you had your chance with her, your life would be so different. While thinking about her, it brought back memories of when you were in high school and you made fun of a kid who was a golf star. Then while thinking about golf, you started to think that you and John Daly have a few things in commom in the drinking department. The final outcome was a result of drafting drunk!! How much do I owe ya, doc?



I do like aussies!



...and Daly is the man! (at least after the golfing)...or my man Ernie Els!



~Lance (Can't wait to see who wins tonight (Kimbo is my bet) vs. Tank Abbott!)

Sweeeeeeet!



Could be the makings of a beautiful hot streak!



Very superstitious here.



Year of the Rat will bode well for me.



Kimbo, Tony beating Dale Jr., now all I need is over on the All Star Game for a sweep weekend!!!



Party On!!! (Beach Boys "California Girls" playing in the kitchen, two boys building bionicle warriors in their room, Wife's wrapping some asparagus in bacon...mmmmmmmm!)



~Lance