The Morning of the Big Day (for some of us)

Once upon a time, in a land far far away. There was a bunch of friends that got together in a hot, smelly, un-clean, house in Ferndale for the first of many fantasy football drafts. There was a babe or 2 hanging around to help and a crazy old dog. Thanks to the dog, we came up with a name for the league. There was a dog toy under the coffee table (with assorted bottle caps, tv guides, and chunks of food), it was a Hippo, and I think it must have been sorta blue, but I don't recall that part. So I drafted Barry Sanders and he decided to be only slightly above average. I didn't win the trophy that year. Some odd # of years later, we're doing it again. Some of us can't make it, some of us can. I wish we all could, but ... One year, we all lost a friend because we took this too seriously. Not that we kiled him, but we wouldn't compromise at a time when compromise was a very difficult thing to accomplish. So he wrote an email and the rest is history. Let's not do this again.
Some things to cosider...
Can't we all just get along?
Life is like a box of chocolates.
SuperBowelMovement XL will win again!