It was impossible to contain my excitement, united with so many SLC brethren in the Valley of the Sun. As Andy as our host, Atomicus Johnson, Master of the Regular Season, Abraham Reyna, Former KGB Rival, and Joshua Egan, Champion of the Strongest Schedule (hereafter referred to as 'I' or 'me'), enjoyed the thrill of shenanigans that inevitably accompany all drafting experiences. The evening was kicked off with hearty helpings of shredded beef sandwiches, crock-potted to perfection. It was a fabulous feast worthy of victualing praise
Abe and Andy were perhaps the most engaged in the process, rivalled only by Thom. I, on the other hand, was more interested in making sure Sean was aware of how inferior he is to me.

There was riotous laughter directed at the fool who picked Chad Pennington way too early in the draft. That had to be one of the highest points of the evening.

The only real dissatisfaction from the process was the reality that we are a 14 deep league. 20 minutes between picks when the picks are all but a 1.5 minutes was a point of contention and frustration for all. Occasionally a participant would curse, upset by someone narrowly succeeding in snagging an intended pick, but for the most part, draft participants maintained their cool.



This blog wouldn't be complete without mention of Baby Mae. She is the cutest baby on the planet. I'm sorry to all friends out there with offspring - none come close to the cuteness of the Mae. I'm not even sure my babies will be as cute as her. At one point, Baby Mae tried to turn Thomas Johnson into the maniacal Joker, spraying hazardous chemicals all over his clothes. She's so playful.


What could more inappropriate than my scathing and often vulgar criticisms of Sean the $#$% Man? A: The wives being present while I scathingly and vulgarly criticise Sean the Sissy Man. It wasn't long before my wicked cackles and barely audible profane mutterings that the women excused themselves for a night at the movies. To save them face, the movie they chose will remain nameless.

Upon their return, the wives discovered their merry men engaged in playful banter as Mario karts raced off cliffs more often than they raced across finish lines.



In closing, the night exemplified what fantasy football is all about: bringing good friends together to talk sports and trash talk Sean Yergenson.




I thus end my epistle. I am Joshua. A Mormon