Draft day ideas

[fantasyswami]

I'm really at a loss...I mean...what else could you possibly do on draft day to make it any more interesting? Hell, it's the one day out of the year that you shouldn't have to embellish any league activities through promotion...it's freakin DRAFT DAY!

I'm with aww on this one. To me, Draft Day is like Christmas. You spend all this time prepping for it and it's over in a matter of hours. Wish I could draft every day. Nothing like the excitement of draft day.

Even more reason to make it a full weekend. Arriving on Friday night for a late night of brews, whiskey shots, and Golden Tee, followed by a Saturday deep-sea fishing excursion helps build the drama and anticipation of the draft Saturday night. Otherwise its over too quickly.

[awwchrist]

Well I'm sure that the intent of the thread was to get practical ideas. A weekend excursion with deep sea fishing, whiskey shots, flying in and out of Ohare and Vegas...I mean come on man we're talking about a draft, not a bachelor party.

[fantasyswami]

Yeah a bachelor party. Thats the friggin' point. We've had our league for almost a decade now, and we're now spread out all over the country.

But we have one weekend a year to look forward to. And it all comes out of our annual dues. Its very practical.

So what is it you do at YOUR draft then?

[fantasyswami]

I've been running a league for several years and am always looking for new ideas to make our live draft better and more fun. What kinds of things are you guys doing for you draft?

Have you guys ever held your draft at your favorite sports bar? Having a waitress to fetch beers and having othe obnoxious fans watch you draft live can be alot of fun as well.

[awwchrist]

Me?

I'm good friends with the Sultan of Brunei. So he charters a flight out of LAX for me and my 9 other owners. He pays for the babysitters so we don't have to worry about our kids and sends our wives to Tahoe for skiing and shopping. When we arrive in Borneo, we're greeted off the plane by the royal band and welcoming order. It's a very prestigious thing.

After a short 20 min ride in our individual Rolls Royces, we're met by His personal servant, Ahmeer. Ahmeer is in charge of the servant staff, who are all present with smiles and a warm handshake when we arrive. They take our luggage, show us to our rooms, and then escort us down to the dining hall for a small banquet. As the Sultan always says, "Easiest way to get over jetlag is to FEED it!" HAHA..oh that Sultan.

After gorging ourselves on various native meats, fruits and wine, we all take a small catnap assisted by private massues. It's usually during this time that the Sultan is preparing our draft board and setting up our war room. I've never had the balls to say anything, but it's kind of intimidating and unnerving that our war room is in his hunting gallery. There's always wild boar heads and elephant tusks laying around ...some of the eyes follow you, I swear! There's gorgeous marble inlaid with 100% gold flecks...Holy hell really there's gold everywhere. It can get distracting.

Later on He arranges our jungle excursion for the following morning. Typically it's a 3 hour drive by LandRover, then we're met by a team of scouts with elephants for transportation into the wild. I'll tell you what, you think that the hardest part of the draft is when to start the run on TE? Noooo..it's climbing on those f'ing elephants! HA!

All is well and good until draft morning. We all have our traditional morning swim in His private lagoon (sometimes an alligator or two find their way across the property and surprise us...we've had to autodraft a team or two over the last couple of years because of this. RIP Dave). Afterwards it's off to DRAFT!

The Sultan thinks it's funny to dress up like Paul Tagliabue. He even goes so far as to wear the wig and glasses. You should hear him try to pronounce Penny's name when he gets drafted..it's always the same thing:

Sultan: "The Seven Year Plan select....Cheed Peen-een-town"

*Owners start snickering*

Sultan: "What?! Every year thees happens. Ok! I quit!"

Us: " No No! Heeey maan we're just messin with ya!"

Sultan: "Okay...Okay..hahaha..you guys..."


A few hours later the draft is done and we're off to go watch the royal polo matches. Really it's just us drinking and laughing at their uniforms and hats. Then the next morning we're back at the airport and in the air.

You know...nothing special.

[Azrael]

Beer and pizza.

That is all.

Amen..

(dont tell anyone im underaged )

That's good. But what about if you start at like 8AM drafting. I get coffee and donuts for the guys...and some Coors light pony bottles for those who feel like an eye opener.

We call draft day Draftmas.

[34=Sweetness]

3 things: beer, pizza, and strippers

[The Great Gambini]

Me?

I'm good friends with the Sultan of Brunei. So he charters a flight out of LAX for me and my 9 other owners. He pays for the babysitters so we don't have to worry about our kids and sends our wives to Tahoe for skiing and shopping. When we arrive in Borneo, we're greeted off the plane by the royal band and welcoming order. It's a very prestigious thing.

After a short 20 min ride in our individual Rolls Royces, we're met by His personal servant, Ahmeer. Ahmeer is in charge of the servant staff, who are all present with smiles and a warm handshake when we arrive. They take our luggage, show us to our rooms, and then escort us down to the dining hall for a small banquet. As the Sultan always says, "Easiest way to get over jetlag is to FEED it!" HAHA..oh that Sultan.

After gorging ourselves on various native meats, fruits and wine, we all take a small catnap assisted by private massues. It's usually during this time that the Sultan is preparing our draft board and setting up our war room. I've never had the balls to say anything, but it's kind of intimidating and unnerving that our war room is in his hunting gallery. There's always wild boar heads and elephant tusks laying around ...some of the eyes follow you, I swear! There's gorgeous marble inlaid with 100% gold flecks...Holy hell really there's gold everywhere. It can get distracting.

Later on He arranges our jungle excursion for the following morning. Typically it's a 3 hour drive by LandRover, then we're met by a team of scouts with elephants for transportation into the wild. I'll tell you what, you think that the hardest part of the draft is when to start the run on TE? Noooo..it's climbing on those f'ing elephants! HA!

All is well and good until draft morning. We all have our traditional morning swim in His private lagoon (sometimes an alligator or two find their way across the property and surprise us...we've had to autodraft a team or two over the last couple of years because of this. RIP Dave). Afterwards it's off to DRAFT!

The Sultan thinks it's funny to dress up like Paul Tagliabue. He even goes so far as to wear the wig and glasses. You should hear him try to pronounce Penny's name when he gets drafted..it's always the same thing:

Sultan: "The Seven Year Plan select....Cheed Peen-een-town"

*Owners start snickering*

Sultan: "What?! Every year thees happens. Ok! I quit!"

Us: " No No! Heeey maan we're just messin with ya!"

Sultan: "Okay...Okay..hahaha..you guys..."


A few hours later the draft is done and we're off to go watch the royal polo matches. Really it's just us drinking and laughing at their uniforms and hats. Then the next morning we're back at the airport and in the air.

You know...nothing special.

Sounds a lot like what we used to do for our league. At least, until our Commish decided he was using up too many favors with his buddy, the Sultan.

[Kensat30]

For my redraft league we have a contest to determine draft position. First person to chug their beer gets the first pick selection. Repeat this until all the positions are filled.

Usually the way it works is you either try to get one of the first positions and chug your beer like a maniac, or you can casually sip your beer and end up the last picker.

One year a new guy to the league was determined to get a good pick.... But he was severly outclasses in his beer chugging ability. He didn't win until pick 8 and he tried to chug a fresh beer each time. He nearly got us kicked out of the place when he slapped the waitresses ass and fell out of his chair in the process, spilling beer and food everywhere.

[Steve-o]

I'm really at a loss...I mean...what else could you possibly do on draft day to make it any more interesting? Hell, it's the one day out of the year that you shouldn't have to embellish any league activities through promotion...it's freakin DRAFT DAY!

I'm with aww on this one. To me, Draft Day is like Christmas. You spend all this time prepping for it and it's over in a matter of hours. Wish I could draft every day. Nothing like the excitement of draft day.

Even more reason to make it a full weekend. Arriving on Friday night for a late night of brews, whiskey shots, and Golden Tee, followed by a Saturday deep-sea fishing excursion helps build the drama and anticipation of the draft Saturday night. Otherwise its over too quickly.

Man, I wanna be in your league...