And it’s today…
Every year, there are events that you can circle in your calendar as a day that you are reasonably sure will be a good day (barring unforseen circumstances). There’s your birthday. For baseball fans there’s opening day. The major holidays hold happiness for many. Anniversaries. Annual trips and gatherings. First day of school. Last day of school. The annual crabfest/pigroast/blowout bbq. And so on.
For me, one of the best days of the year. One where I can circle the month of August and say, “A great day resides here” is my Fantasy Football Draft Night.
I’ve been in this league since 1995. Started at my old place of work, Franklin Electronic Publishers. And then taken out of the lunchroom and into the bar room in 1997, at a straight out of the 50s restaurant & lounge called The Pub (naming apparently not a skill in Pennsauken, New Jersey). This year the draft takes place at Chickie & Pete’s, so crab fries and much beer will be had by all.
So, why is the draft one of the best days of the year. Well, it’s a group of 11 guys (offically, with two other consultants). So, no skirts to be found anywhere.
Secondly, as it is an all guy affair, the rudest, crudest, and lewdest behavior is exhibited by all participants. Last year, I believe a puppet was violated in some way.
Third, the insults and ball-busting does not stop from begining to end. Everything is brought into question. From one’s fantasy football abilities to one’s questionable sexual practices, and one’s poor golf abilities, choice of vocation, and general discussion as to who is whipped the most (With Brian firmly declaring that he chooooooses to do everything possible for his wife.) It’s just tremendous.
And it’s obvious that the rest of the league feels the same. There are plenty of fantasy football groups, and yet, eight of the current members have been doing this for over 10 years, and the other three all have been coming back for more than five years.
Three of them come from two hours away. Four of us have very young children (under 5 I mean). And for the most part, the group of us never gets together other than on this very night.
Really, the only thing missing is when New Jersey stopped the smoking of tobacco in all restaurants. A good cigar really tops the evening off just right.
In a few weeks, the shine will be off the bloom. My draft picks that will seem so solid just 12 hours from now, will look like utter crap, and I will be looking at the bottom of the standings. The trash talking will have died out as we have not the time to start minor battles through email. And I will struggle to find the time even to look for a waiver wire selection.
But the memory of a fine fantasy football draft night will still be there. Aging like a fine wine. Memories of crab fries, duck farts, sodomy jokes, rememberances of Beth (one of only two females allowed in the draft and with good reason, my GOODNESS), the telling and remembering of the live emasculation we witnessed at the fantasy football draft years ago (words to live by, NEVER bring your WIFE to a Fantasy Football Draft…. EVER….), and plans to get together for a golf outing that probably will not take place.
Good Times, indeed!