It's the Day Before the First Main Draft
Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:07 pm
It's the day before the first Main Draft.
I'm beyond middle age and I still get a knot in the pit of my stomach. I tell myself to enjoy it. But, it's hard.
These players are who we are going to live with for the next six months.
These players will either be saluting us for taking them, or baring their ass and laughing at us.
These players are who we will focus on for the next half year.
It's a big commitment.
The enjoyment is derived from picking the players that we covet. In many ways, it's like going to a whore house.
There are seemingly no bad picks there either. Two months later when a doctor tells us we have an std, it packs the same punch as being V-Mart'ed after selecting him in a slow draft.
It's the day before the first Main Draft.
Checking and re-checking player news throughout the day. Trying to filter out the noise, knowing that if a player had a good day today during spring training that it doesn't mean anymore today then had he done it yesterday or last week.
Tweaking lists. Calling fellow drafters in other leagues. E-Mailing.
Re-checking player news again. And again. And again. Then, one more time.
It's the day before the first Main Draft.
We're with friends and family. We're thinking about that first pick.
We talk with friends and family. We're thinking about that first pick.
We're wrapping up our day at work. We're thinking about that first pick.
And they say that straight men can't multi-task.
Ha!
I'm beyond middle age and I still get a knot in the pit of my stomach. I tell myself to enjoy it. But, it's hard.
These players are who we are going to live with for the next six months.
These players will either be saluting us for taking them, or baring their ass and laughing at us.
These players are who we will focus on for the next half year.
It's a big commitment.
The enjoyment is derived from picking the players that we covet. In many ways, it's like going to a whore house.
There are seemingly no bad picks there either. Two months later when a doctor tells us we have an std, it packs the same punch as being V-Mart'ed after selecting him in a slow draft.
It's the day before the first Main Draft.
Checking and re-checking player news throughout the day. Trying to filter out the noise, knowing that if a player had a good day today during spring training that it doesn't mean anymore today then had he done it yesterday or last week.
Tweaking lists. Calling fellow drafters in other leagues. E-Mailing.
Re-checking player news again. And again. And again. Then, one more time.
It's the day before the first Main Draft.
We're with friends and family. We're thinking about that first pick.
We talk with friends and family. We're thinking about that first pick.
We're wrapping up our day at work. We're thinking about that first pick.
And they say that straight men can't multi-task.
Ha!