Each year I try to limit myself to 3 fantasy football teams a year. In one of my leagues I am the league commish. This league is a 12 team league mixed with some of my best friends since my school days.
As you all know, live drafts are the best. They also are the hardest thing to organize. With several guys working various hours it seems nearly impossible to get everyone in the same room. In the past we have done drafts at Buffalo Wild Wings and at friends houses. Last years draft I decided to have at my newly purchased home. First time having all my buddies over to see my new house was very exciting to me, but little did I know the struggles that would come with it.
My lovely wife took our two wonderful boys out so they wouldn’t distract me as I get in my element. She is a Saint. As the commissioner, I have to focus on my team but also help maintain the flow of the draft. Apparently my flow was weak as fuck because my wife and children returned by round 9.
As my pick was coming up my wife said I need you to hold your child so I can use the bathroom. At this time I’m holding my 3 month old son who’s crying, trying to figure out who I’m going to select in such a crucial part of the draft. My pick was Tom Brady because I needed a quarterback and it screwed me. Not to mention I am a Jets fan who cant stand TB. My team was solid up and down besides this position. My team went to the finals and because of my poor QB play I lost by 4 points. 4 MOTHERFUCKING POINTS.
Fantasy Dads out there may understand my struggles. My wife is very patient with my fantasy football addiction but when you gotta go you gotta go. Do any of you out there have similar stories? Let this Fantasy Dad know he’s not alone!
By the way the Draft is at my home again this year…