I’ll try to get back to writing about something else tomorrow, but right now my head’s full of our Fantasy NFL Draft that I previewed yesterday. We overcame various technical difficulties (the ESPN version doesn’t easily let us do exactly what we want, but we manage) and for a couple of hours we locked ourselves into our world of Quarterbacks and Wide Receivers, of Packers and Panthers and Patriots, and began the process of generating our stories for the season ahead.
Everyone came out of it reasonably pleased with their team, which is how it should be. No-one’s team looks hopelessly uncompetitive, though we all know that injuries, skill in identifying new players, and plain old luck will all play major roles between now and January. (The consensus in the room was that my team doesn’t look good, but I’m quietly confidence about it – we’ll see how things play out).
We bantered and smack-talked, ridiculed a few picks, secretly admired a few others. Everyone had a player they liked but didn’t get because someone else picked them first, so everyone’s already getting their initial excuses prepared if the season doesn’t work out.
At the pub quiz this evening (second place this week – if only we’d known which countries have borders with Greece….) there were four of us who’d just taken part in the draft. And a lot of the evening was spent talking about what just happened and what’s going to happen next. Which is why it’s such a great social thing, albeit in a fairly small group (and a bit irritating to anyone outside the group, I expect).
On Thursday night, when Pittsburg open the season at New England, the first points will be scored and by the end of the following Monday we’ll have Week 1’s stories to tell. But for 2015 it’s started, this very afternoon, with the draft.
Best weekend of the year.