We have the Ryan Leaf award. It's awarded to the Idiot who drafts the worst or makes a ridiculous pick. He gets to run around the block in his skibis (SP?)
We have ours at a resturant/bar. They keep us in this place next to the bar where there's a half-wall seperating us from the bar. By the second round there's a bunch of people leaning against it watching our picks. (We have a great big draft board thing so they can see the picks if they can't hear them) By the end of the draft a bunch of em are wasted and trying to draft for us, it gets pretty funny.
hwaterboys wrote:We have the Ryan Leaf award. It's awarded to the Idiot who drafts the worst or makes a ridiculous pick. He gets to run around the block in his skibis (SP?)
haha perfect!
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Cowboysguy2000 wrote:We have ours at a resturant/bar.
That's the coolest idea I've ever heard! Can I steal this idea? I have a Yahoo draft (offline) that I need to hurry up and conduct - so this might be incentive to get all my guys to hurry up and get together so we can do this draft.
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.
My god that is funny. Great imagination and humor!
Last year's draft was probably our best. We've done the beer and pizza in a conference room, and food at one of the team owners house...and in previous years, had it at the Hard Times Cafe restaraunt. But last year, had it at Hooters. Wings, beer, waitresses and a crowd at the draft. By the end of the first round, we were announcing each teams pick with crowd applause and displeasure....mostly boos and jeers. Nothing like a little more extra pressure on some owners who were trying to play to the crowd and not concentrate on the draft. One guy drafted a QB and 3 RB's that all had the same Bye Week. OOPS!
Bills Fan trapped between Philly and Bal-mer.
Lord, give me strength....