Unfortunately, we had a few no shows - Corey was looking after a few kids and a sick partner, and Adam was MIA, possibly still somewhere in Europe. There were also some technical MSN Messenger related issues. Still, we got there in the end, and everyone had a good time. Other than Dylan presumably, who endured about 100 jokes about his upcoming gay holiday.
I was pretty prepared for the draft, but things never go as you think they will. The players I was hoping to get in the 7th and 8th rounds went in the 5th and 6th - not sure if my expectations were unrealistic, or guys were just really reaching. I did end up getting a nice surprise when Iverson fell to me with the 12th pick, I wasn't expecting that at all.
It's standard practice that everyone loves their team immediately after the draft. I think it's called "drafterglow". I don't really feel any attachment to a lot of my players though. They weren't guys that I was planning on getting, I just felt like I couldn't pass them up at the spots I took them.
After the draft James and Forcey hung around for pizza and NBA 2K9. James beat us both repeatedly, presumably because he's a member of Generation Y, and they're good at computer games and stuff. I finally beat him in the last game, but it took overtime, and two buzzer beaters to get there (including a ridiculous Derek Fisher three over Greg Oden).
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