The excitement of draft week is upon us! I encourage each of you to embrace the range of emotions you’ll experience this week: anticipation, confidence, nausea, bliss, and (for some) outright fear. Draft week is a magical time, and on Friday evening we will all reign like gods over hundreds of NFL gladiators clamoring to join our squads.
To bring everyone up to speed on the plans, we intend to start drafting around 7:30 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. I think Brandon and Tyler have the first seven picks, so they can let everyone know how long they intend to take to make their decisions, and we can all adjust accordingly (but seriously, try to be there by 7:30). By all means, come earlier than 7:30 too. I’m taking off work, so I’ll be at the house all day, and I just love company.
We are preparing a GOURMET taco bar for the occasion. How is that different from regular taco bars??? I guess you’ll have to wait and see (hint: girls are more involved in the gourmet version). If you don’t like tacos, then get the H out of this league. We will also have a variety of sides, appetizers (apps, as we call them in the biz), and a bevy of beverages.
Immediately after the draft, we will start the facepunching contest. The winner gets a can of tuna fish, so work on your facepunches this week. After the facepunching contest we can resume feasting like kings and applauding each other for our excellent managerial skills. Scott will probably plug the players into Yahoo's league settings, and Taylor will learn if he defended his Toyota Tundra Best Draft title. Everyone is welcome to spend the night, and Mandy and I are working to accommodate as many warm (and cold) bodies as possible.
Things may get a little weird later in the evening, but assuming we are all able to look each other in the eyes on Saturday morning, we will breakfast together. After that, we will proceed to the farm and engage in feats of strength. The gauntlet of events will include basketball, rope climbing, bench press, corn hole (to restore some of Tyler’s self-confidence), skeet shooting, and maybe I’ll even build an AgroCrag for the ultimate display of who has the most GUTZ. If we don’t feel up to such rigors, then the pool awaits us. It is supposed to be in the mid-80’s and mostly sunny, so the pool is a must. Bring your bikinis, ladies. Taylor is the ultimate arbiter on how long we are permitted to be exposed to sunlight. We can make additional plans once he says we’ve had enough pool time.
In summary: Tacos, Draft, late-night shenanigans, breakfast, feats of strength, pool, and TBD. See you on Friday.
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