Tonight I drafted my 20+ rec basketball team. It should go without saying that a bunch of parents with $1000 fantasy league buy-ins drafting a bunch of white kids who can't jump and can't dribble with their heads up is the highlight of the holiday season for all of us. Seriously.
This year, as a tribute to all the past, umm, "successful" drafts we fathers have done together, our kids, now seniors, decided to show their appreciation by showing up and "volunteering" to pick for us. Of course our valiant commissioner would have none of it and shooed the kids out the door. The last thing anyone wanted was for the kids to tell their friends who got drafted when, lest feelings be hurt.
So what's a kid to do? Well... they all, unbeknownst to us, sat right outside the door, listened to every word we said, and tweeted the entire draft to their classmates. Lol. Hey, I can't fault initiative!
And this is just the beginning. Next the kids post all the rosters to a special Facebook group and rate all the teams. This is were we parents get a real sense of how well we did. Every week they post the standings and re-rank the teams top to bottom as everyone trash talks who will win the upcoming games.
It seems like just yesterday when I was a kid glued to draft Tweets and Facebook bravado for all those memorable games played in our multi-court fieldhouse I drove to in my Beemer. Memories...
- Jeff |
