Rude Cop (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} katebu) wrote,@ 2009-01-17 10:21:00 |
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on trying to get into an ESPN fantasy league documentary
Hello,
My husband and I live in West Newton, MA, just outside of Boston. We have been in the same fantasy baseball and football leagues, the Dawg Pound, run by my brother, for almost 10 years. We draft live in both leagues, and have jumped through some crazy hoops to make that happen. Now we have a laptop and desktop computer, so we sit in the same room and make fun of each other... on the draft chat, of course. We don't talk to each other.
I just gave my brother a world's best commish trophy for Christmas because the leagues are a lot of fun, and the postings are plentiful and hysterical. They are comprised of an ever-widening circle of friends, family, and their friends and family. We even had an audition for an open spot in the baseball league a few years ago. There is photographic proof of much of this--side-by-side drafting, and a couple of great gatherings of "the Dawg Pound", which were rather blind-date-esque, with non-family members arriving to the bar wandering around saying, "Dawg Pound? Commish?" until they found our group. Good times! God, if only you had made this film two years ago when my aunt accidentally drafted "Freddy Fucking Sanchez" instead of David Ortiz!!
Throw in the fanaticism of the Red Sox fandom, the drama of the Battle For The Sofa whenever my husband and I go head-to-head, AND the cutest little baby in the world, our 15 month old daughter Helen (born the night the Sox clinched the 07 AL title), and really, all you're missing is Will Smith and a talking animal.
Please let me know if we can furnish said photographic proof or any other info,
Hello,
My husband and I live in West Newton, MA, just outside of Boston. We have been in the same fantasy baseball and football leagues, the Dawg Pound, run by my brother, for almost 10 years. We draft live in both leagues, and have jumped through some crazy hoops to make that happen. Now we have a laptop and desktop computer, so we sit in the same room and make fun of each other... on the draft chat, of course. We don't talk to each other.
I just gave my brother a world's best commish trophy for Christmas because the leagues are a lot of fun, and the postings are plentiful and hysterical. They are comprised of an ever-widening circle of friends, family, and their friends and family. We even had an audition for an open spot in the baseball league a few years ago. There is photographic proof of much of this--side-by-side drafting, and a couple of great gatherings of "the Dawg Pound", which were rather blind-date-esque, with non-family members arriving to the bar wandering around saying, "Dawg Pound? Commish?" until they found our group. Good times! God, if only you had made this film two years ago when my aunt accidentally drafted "Freddy Fucking Sanchez" instead of David Ortiz!!
Throw in the fanaticism of the Red Sox fandom, the drama of the Battle For The Sofa whenever my husband and I go head-to-head, AND the cutest little baby in the world, our 15 month old daughter Helen (born the night the Sox clinched the 07 AL title), and really, all you're missing is Will Smith and a talking animal.
Please let me know if we can furnish said photographic proof or any other info,
