Grown Ass Men

abcdef You would think that a group of men with an average age of 34, the youngest being 30 (McClain doesn’t count), would have something better to do on a Saturday night than engage in a fantasy role playing game. So maybe it wasn’t that bad, but a little over a week ago I spent about 3 hours trying to coordinate 10 guys from Louisville to Iraq to my parents’ basement in a fantasy football draft. The draft was populated by the usual list of suspects from league commissioner Marc Sherman to disgruntled gambler Phil Deskins. Marc hates the other nine team owners, but relishes the opportunity to bash them week in and week out on his website. Phil hates that we are not gambling for pink slips or whatever idiotic amount of money he wants to put up at the beginning of the year, but comes back because he invested in an obnoxious trophy. Most of the rest of us are just along for the ride. This particular group has been together for several years now, but we are starting to spiral away from Lexington. Mike has moved to Louisville, Ben is temporarily in Iraq, McClain is up near Pittsburgh and who knows where the rest of us will be in a year’s time. I hope everyone enjoyed the draft, because it could be the last of its kind. Of course, Dave is already grooming Jonah to take someone’s spot.