My wife joined her own league this year. She has a very passable knowledge of all the basic do's and don'ts, who is injury prone, stud RB and best value theory etc. She relies on me for ADP info to avoid reaches and more recent player info. so I tagged along to her draft last night. Now this is a small league (8-teams) comprised primarily of Catholic school teachers, mostly women (now I am a big fan of both those groups of people but just laying the groundwork). My first surprise was that this was a money league ($20 entry) where every trade ($5) and waiver wire transaction ($1) goes into the pot for the league champion.
Upon arrival, the hostess and league commissioner offers me a beer. Ahh...maybe this won't be so bad after all. I usually wait until I draft my kicker to drink, but one pre-draft brew can't hurt. "I don't drink at all" she says, "so I didn't know what kind of beer to get. Is O'Douls ok?" I don't have the heart to tell her it's a non-alcoholic beer, so I just pass and take her up on a cup of coffee. "It's sugar-maple decaf". Hmm...I go with ice-water.
Next my wife and I are going over the draft format when the Commish mentions, "I don't like those serpentine drafts. If there are 12 teams the 1st team has to wait over 20 picks before they get another chance and they miss out on all those players." At this pont I am unable to keep my mouth shut. "Well having a Larry Johnson or LT2 more than makes up for the wait, and then you are also the first team to pick your 3rd player. The huge advantage of picking first is balanced by picking last in the next round. Plus, there are only 8-teams in this league." "Well, I figured out a way so everyone only waits 8 picks before they pick again", she replies. Here is the draft order she came up with...Round 1: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Round 2: 8-1-2-3-4-5-6-7 Round 3: 7-8-1-2-3-4-5-6 etc. Even my wife had to pipe in..."So team seven gets screwed", she says. The final word was simply, "Well we're not doing this the man's way".
OK. I'm a guest here and I'm going to smile and shut up now. Of course we get Team 7 in the draft order and I just keep the smile glued to my face and get ready to help my wife have the best draft possible. At this point I felt like the guy in the Bud-Light commercial with the helmet and goggles on who has a talk with his girlfriend about their relationship.
The league starts 1QB/2RB/2WR/TE/K/D. Rounds 1-2-3 we take Rudi J., Larry Fitz and Edgerrin James. OK off to a good start. Typical guppie draft with QBs and big-names flying off the board quickly. Round 4 LaMont Jordan is sitting there...great!
Round 5...Roy Williams.
Round 6...Donald Driver.
Round 7...Reggie Bush.
Round 8...Jake Plummer (backup QBs were going at this point)
Round 9...Steve McNair
Round 10...Ben Watson
Round 11...Terry Glenn
Round 12...Baltimore D
Round 13...Chris Cooley
Round 14...Giants D
Round 15...Terrell Owens...yes, they had all decided he was a big doo-doo-head and they wouldn't touch him with a 10-foot pole. Fortunately I was able to convince my wife by whispering, "You don't get points off for character...do want these people's money or not?" in between every round and I finally broke her.
Round 16...Josh Brown.
Round 17...DeAngelo Williams
My wife made all the picks and I should have kept my mouth shut about T.O. In retrospect it would have been golden if he went undrafted.
An evening to remember for sure. They were all very kind and personable people, but in the context of a FF $$$ draft it took on a very surreal atmosphere and reminded me that FF sharks in the real world are much more rare than they are in cyberspace.